[color=00aeef][i]Althalus[/i][/color]

Althalus quickly and easily caught the daggers, tucking all but two into hidden sheathes. [color=00aeef]"You never know, I'm guessing you've never held properly forged knives."[/color]  He danced out of the way of his own Uth, smiling and listening. He had no idea how to murder these things, but Darrel did. His smile dropped as first Darrel got hit towards the abyss, and then the new one with the sword began screaming as he was gnawed upon. [color=00aeef]"Gods damn it. These were my good knives."[/color] He sighed, dodging his own Uth yet again. [color=00aeef]"She's gonna be [i]pissed[/i]."[/color] Taking a deep breath, and glancing regretfully at the two knives in his hands, Althalus focused his magic. Rust began to creep quickly along them, pitting the blades and filling them with rot as the assassin filled his blades with the power of decay. He threw one at the monster gnawing on Drake's leg, the dagger flashing through the air before sinking hilt deep into the side of the Uth. The creature screamed and fell on the ground, writhing, as the decay magic began to spread to it. 

[color=00aeef]"That's one."[/color] He turned his attention to the one Helena had wounded, it shrieking and hissing as the fireballs struck it. His other dagger whistled through the air, striking it in the chest. It shrieked as well, leaping backwards. Althalus darted out of the way of his Uth again, drawing another dagger. [color=00aeef]"Colette! Go get Darrel. We'll keep them off of you."[/color] He waved his dagger at the Uth, the thing approaching him. [color=00aeef]"You don't want to end up like your friends do you? Why don't we just all play nice, and you leave and I leave, hmm?"[/color] It ignored him, leaping forward again.

[b]Sansar, Yarosmere. Aramir.[/b]

As the guard aimed his bow at the crowd in the distance, he glanced between Darius and the slowly approaching group. For a few tense seconds, it seemed like he would fire anyway. Then, scowling, he brought his crossbow down and unloaded it. As the group approached and individual members were able to be picked out, Aramir breathed a sigh of relief. It was their friends. Friends who looked like they had been beaten up, but alive none the less.  "Open the gate. It's the rest of our group." The guard looked at her skeptically, but then glanced at Darius again and shouted the order. The gates creaked open, and the rest of the College students limped in, sporting various injuries.

The soldiers began to take them to the infirmary, but Aramir waved them off. "We can take care of our own." The soldiers hesitated, then shrugged. They had tried. They couldn't force the visitors to take care of themselves. 

Walking away to an empty part of the courtyard, the students taken by the rebels were examined and had the worst of their wounds patched as they explained what had happened to them and the situation with the Resistance. Aramir whistled quietly. "That's certainly food for thought." She jumped as Yolin's voice rang across the courtyard. "Friends! I'm so glad that you're alive, but absolutely disgusted that the Resistance would disgrace us by treating you in such away. You have my word that we will find and destroy them. There will be nothing left of those cowardly fools but ash and blood by the time we are done." He clapped his hands together. "Enough of that though! The King is ready, as is dinner. You will be given a few minutes to freshen up, and then begin to eat!"

Fifteen minutes later, the college students were seated at a large table, the [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d8/b3/fcd8b3167b140a6c2ac2f6e75fc4ed67.jpg]King[/url] closest to them at their right, the rest of his court farther down to their left. A veritable feast laid out before them, steaming meats and soups, spices, vases of drinks. It seemed that there was no expense spared for their arrival. The King, Prophet of the Sand God, looked at them with calculating eyes. "I imagine the College has questions about my reign."