Our budding group was well on it's way to becoming the premier criminal Organization in the land. We had powerful connections, and we weren't afraid to target the most secure locations in the city. Even the Institute. The oldest center for magical studies. And contained within was an ancient and powerful stone. It turns out that more groups besides ours had a vested interest in obtaining this artifact. They were even willing to destroy our organization, kill our friends, and send us on the run: fugitives from the law, and thirsty for justice.