[u]Sansar, Yarosmere[/u]

Yolin turned around, smiling genially at Darius. "They can be as sympathetic as they'd like. But if they interfere in Yarosmerian politics for the wrong side, they will be rebels and will be treated as such. Oh! Our guards. Right on time." He turned around, walking away and humming happily to himself. Aramir exchanged concerned glances with the remaining members of the group. "Well..here's to hoping he doesn't think we're siding with the rebels." With no other choice left to them, as the squad of ten guards fell into step behind and around them, they followed Yolin farther into the city. 

A dull roar could be heard in the distance as they approached the center of the city. Slowly the dull roar became distinguishable. "[I]Khalitan Cah! Khalitan Cah! Khalitan Cah![/i]" They rounded the corner, and a massive arena came into view. It soared into the sky, the only building free of any damage. The crowd was deafening, their chant unending. "Perfect! We're just in time for the main event!" Yolin cried, gesturing for them to hurry. They were ushered through the wide entrance hall, empty pedestals and shattered statues rushing by them. Yolin and his guards muscled a position through the crowd, getting the College students a full view of the sand covered arena floor. Two dozen bodies covered the ground, in various states of dismemberment. Five men and two women stood in the center of the arena, covered in blood and breathing heavily, each wielding two blades.

"The last of the Sand Cobras, that didn't escape, are going to be executed by [i]Khalitan Cah[/i], The Immortal One. He hasn't lost a single battle, not in all his years of fighting in the arena." Yolin explained, gesturing to the Cobras in the arena. A gate at the far side opened up, causing the crowd to howl in excitement and bloodlust. The Cobras in the arena tensed in fear, warily getting closer together. 

Slowly, [url=http://img03.deviantart.net/5a8d/i/2011/013/2/0/old_warrior_by_sumerky-d3741tw.jpg][i]Khalitan Cah[/i][/url] made his way into the arena.

[u]Unknown Location, Yarosmere[/u]

Sahra shook her head as she viewed the College students. "Allow me to repeat myself. There will be [i]no[/i] fighting here. If you have issues, deal with them after we've saved your friends." She looked at E'nasha. "It'll be faster if we just got Sarn. You're going to be there for a while, and I don't trust your friends to not tear each other's throats out in the mean time." She turned her attention to the group as a whole. "The portal was a simple power of any practicioner of Nox shadow magic. As for what happened, perhaps I should start with explaining fully what we are. We're what remains of free Yarosmere. The resistance. Everyone else is a slave to this 'Prophet.' Her lip curled in disgust. "We made deals with the Wild, from the stories, and that kept us from having our minds dominated as well. Unfortunately, that still leaves us outnumbered and without the power to truly fight back."

"That's where you come in." A new voice called, a [url=http://cdn.vanillaforums.com/baldursgate.vanillaforums.com/FileUpload/e6/1c4e16501c8525813a98a021f1852f.jpg]man[/url] pushing his way through the ranks. 

"The College can free Yarosmere from the grasp of the Prophet, and restore Order to the kingdom. Otherwise, this new Yarosmere will attack you."

[i]Althalus[/i]

[color=00aeef]"I know your name. You just need to be aware how monumentally stupid your actions were."[/color] Althalus replied, somewhat absentmindly. He was examining the creature above them and mentally feeling out this...instinct he had. It was like an itch he couldn't scratch. He'd deal with it later. Right now, there was a horrifying monster to address. He took his crossbow out, preparing to toss it to Helena, when the floor started shaking. [color=00aeef]"Oh, what [i]now.[/i]"[/color] He complained, struggling to keep his footing as the floor rumbled and shook. He fell to the ground, climbing to his feet as walls began shooting around the place. 

More importantly, a wall began shooting towards him. [color=00aeef]"Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit!"[/color] Althalus scrambled out of the way of the wall, rolling as he barely escaped being crushed like a bug. [color=00aeef]"I hate this place already."[/color] He declared, sitting on the ground and throwing his hands wide. [color=00aeef]"Why can't we ever go to a mission to an inn? Or a restaurant? Taste test their food or something. But noooo, we have to do all the ridiculously dangerous things because the world hates us."[/color]

He continued to complain, making his way over to where Helena and Annabeth. [color=00aeef]"No idea where Colette went. I think she was launched behind a wall. In other news, we need to head that way."[/color] Althalus pointed in a seemingly random direction. [color=00aeef]"It'll lead us out. Eventually. If we live. And after we find Colette."[/color] As if on cue, he heard the vampire's familiar voice, arguing with another, coming nearby. [color=00aeef]"Well. That was convenient. Helena, here's some throwing knives. Whoever's best with the crossbow, take it because I certainly can't use it."[/color] Althalus tossed said knives and crossbow to the duo in front of him before turning to the sound of Colette. [color=00aeef]"Colette, glad you're alive. Who is your friend?"[/color]