Litenbel, an elderly eccentric mage of the town of Tribin, barged through the poorly built door into the small ring of theives. About ten of the gang members stood in the room,sitting around a table playing cards, and all of them had crossbows lying near. "I've heard you've been causin' trouble in the merchant secter? That 'bout right?" Litenbel said, and then slammed his staff into the ground. All the exits were suddenly covered in ice. "No escape. Might as well hand yourselves in," Litenbel said slyly, fully expecting their actions. They cursed and picked up their crossbows, and the click of the firing weapons was followed by a sharp cracking noise. The bewildered theives saw as Litenbel instantly vanished, and then the table they were playing at caught fire. "Hit me," Litenbel joked from behind, as the theives watched their card game go up in flames. They spun around, and all of them cocked their crossbows,firing. Everyone missed the mark, thudding into the wall behind Litenbel. "Perhaps you can attend an archery class in the prison," Litenbel jocked, as soldiers with loaded crossbows ran in through the door, all pointing towards the theives. The theives dropped their crossbows all at once and their hands went in the air. "Probably not," Litenbel said, and then walked out behind the town soldiers and captured theives.
[note]This is the beggining of a new mini-series based around an old man named Litenbel, a mage who works for the authorites, and is not exactly normal... This series is based off of my Campaign Setting, Xearic, and this particular mini-series explains how mages are an important part of many communities in Xearic, and are often guard captains and generals in armies.[/note]