The human sat back in his leather couch and sipped a bit of wine from an elegantly fluted glass, his pinkie raised. Out of sight and beyond the perception of most mortals, Skye and Wynterz watched this odd "man" from the Ethereal plane.

"On the count of three..." said Skye, but before he could finish he saw that Wynterz was already materializing. "She's amazingly fast", he muzed to himself. Within a second though he had joined her, and they stood invisibly in the man's parlor. They had prepared well for this, and the amount of spells they had pre-cast would make even Stahjia of the Talons of Retribution blush.

By this time the man was humming a tune (was that a Destiny D'vyne song?) and even seemingly doing a little jig in the middle of his richly appointed room. The two elves didn't waste any time with introductions. First they plucked at Time itself, and finished casting their spells within a moment's thought. Though nothing visibily happened, the man had enough time to look surprised, and Skye thought that he might even have recognized that doom had already settled on him. Now spinning the tendrils of Fate, the two elven wizards cast their final spells. But it wasn't enough to just make Fate spin at their whim, the two casters also chose to demonstrate how fickle this man's fortunes would be...

Though it seemingly all happened at once, Skye knew otherwise. Wynterz had been quicker than him once again. The proof was standing there not far from his feet. Instead of a man there now stood a rabbit made of stone. Skye didn't even bother to look -- he knew that Wynterz was already grinning broadly with a "I told you so" look. Taking the small rabbit statue in his hands, Skye gently placed it in his magical haversack. After a couple more spells the two were gone.

Days later, the half-orc Salleah was heading back to her home after a night's work of being a bouncer at The Two-Toothed Strumpet, one of Greutam's most seedy bars. It had been a good night for her. She had managed to overhear quite a bit of good info that she'd pass on to others within the Web. As she entered her place, the hair on her back stiffened, her senses heightened, and she realized that something wasn't right. She had always had a knack for trusting her instinct, and now it was screaming to her.

She saw why now. In the middle of her modest place, a note was left. It read "Spyder stole something of mine. Now I stole something of his. If he wants it back, tell him to get in contact with me". Oddly, it was unsigned...