Altalazar -
You are walking along the road and you see a combat going on between some very well dressed, and yet scrawny humans and some nasty, brutish orcs. The orcs are beating up on them rather badly - hacking off their rather pretty, yet pointy, hats as they scramble to throw forth some minor magic against the frothing orcs.
As you get closer, it becomes apparent that the battle is going even more badly for them than originally was apparent. The orcs have them surrounded now and they appear to have no more magic to sling. The orcs shout at them to get down on the ground: "Get down on ground, filthy human scum!"
The well dressed, yet well scuffed, mages (all four of them) shout in unision: "Altalazar!"
As if just stepping from behind a rock, a rather old, somewhat gaunt and white bearded man steps right into the circle of orcs.
The old man sighs, rolls his eyes, and then rolls up his sleeves.
"The mirror isn't for recreational use."
The orcs, momentarily stunned, shoot a few arrows into the old man. Most bounce off his immaculate robes. One of them sticks into his back.
He points a finger at the orc who shot him in the back. The orc melts into a pile of goo. The other orcs glance at each other, then turn and run.
At this point, the PCs are up to the wizards - perhaps Altalazar will address them, perhaps he'll ignore them, go back where he came, taking the other wizards with him - and perhaps the PCs will be bold enough to follow and find themselves on the other side of the Mirror of Mental Prowess that was in use here - in the bowels of a mysterious, magical mage's guild... And perhaps there is a job for them... or make something else up. Heh.
