Chapter CCXXXIII: No Squirrels This Time! ~Redaz

Somewhere, far away. Somewhere unknown. Somewhere not of this universe.
        A young man sits cross-legged. Well, that's really just an assumption one could make by the form of his robe, and the way his shoes stick out from beneath it. But he was definitely sitting, sitting and waiting. He'd been doing a lot of that in the past few weeks, he just couldn't find anything exciting by chance anymore. Then something happened.
        No it didn't. Well, it technically didn't, but it did...well, the universe rewound, that did happen. Everything else during the few seconds surrounding that is just a technicality. To most normal people it was just a sort of dêja-vú-slight head rush. To everyone in the vicinity it was an explosion of proportions enough to make them all splatter across the cosmos. But to people like him, people in touch with magic and the ways of the universe, it was the universe rewinding and fixing someone screwing around too much. That was the exact sensation he got.
        A lot of people would have screamed for a few hours or completely blocked the whole thing out, just because the universe being a gigantic VCR is too much for some to come to grips with, but this young man was far from normal, or stereotypical, unless you compared him to the inhabitants of your local asylum, then he might fit in.
        They say power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely, but they never exactly point out what gets so dang corrupted. To this young man, sanity took a blow for every advance in power, so to say the least, he was a bit unstable, and the idea of living n a VCR had probably occurred to him before.

        "Pop," was his entire reaction to the event he had just sensed. That, and he grinned. "I think I should get in on this before all the fun ends. And this time I’m not gonna spend most of my time surrounded by squirrels."

He mumbled something about stupid rodents before he stood up. He picked up the sword that lay beside him, and tucked it silently into his robe. Then, flames erupted form beneath him, engulfed him, and disappeared in seconds leaving nothing where they had been.
Redaz, for that was the wizard's name, appeared in the middle of a rundown looking town, built on a rocky landscape on the verge of a complete wasteland.

"I thought there where at least three of them that wound up here. And that one went over there..." Redaz pointed upward out into an apparently random point in the sky, "And I think a few went over there..." he turned to another point, "and the rest just went all over the place as well," He waved his hand around the sky, no longer really caring where "they" had all gone, "But I know there were three around here somewhere..."
        It was at this point that he noticed most of the people surrounding him were giving him odd looks, that got odder has he talked to himself and pointed to the sky.

"What? Haven’t you ever seen someone appear out of a spontaneously appearing blaze of fire?!"

Someone shook their head.

"Well now you have, so leave me alone."

Most of the crowd dispersed, a few still gave him sour looks but he promptly didn't care.
        As Redaz wandered through the town, he noticed many questionable goods for sale and more questionable people buying and selling, among other things. Finally, Redaz came to a rundown looking inn, he went in.
        "Excuse me," he said to the man at the counter, "but did a few foreign looking people come by here anytime recently?"
        The proprietor quirked an eyebrow at him, "Who's asking bud?"
Redaz looked around the room a bit confused, "Um...I am?"
        "I mean, how is it any of your business who my customers are you moron?"
        "Well, how is my business any of yours then?"
        The man deadpanned at him, "Yeah, all right. Two guys came in here, they didn't have any money, paid in silver, they went to room fourty-two."
Redaz smiled, "Thank you," he walked up the stairs, and flicked something over his shoulder, the man caught it, then quickly dropped it onto the counter. It was a gold coin, about the size of a quarter. In its center was a square hole, filled by a one-inch long sapphire, cut to be almost a sliver and set in the coin to give it the appearance of a spinning top. The proprietor of the inn stared at it, then looked as a small bit of blood welled up on the center of his palm, and the tip of his middle finger, then he gave an amazed curse, that nonetheless, really shouldn't be repeated.
Redaz found a room with the number “4” on it, with a lighter patch of door in the shape of a two next to it. Redaz knocked, with no result, so he set his finger above the doorknob, and traced a square around it, leaving a black charred line. Then, he gently kicked the bottom of the door, it slowly swung open, leaving the doorknob hanging from the door frame.

"Anybody here come from another planet, or know a fellow named...C.R. was it?"