human
Action:  The transportation spell activated. The gate widened to encompass around fifty people, with Bardalos at the center. Screams and shouts of fright filled the air, muffling the latter half of Bardalos’s sentence. The transportation spell brought them to the middle of a huge, open wasteland. Gritty, sandy air whipped past. They were standing in the midst of decaying ruins. A round plaza thick with sand clouds was half-crumbled away, lined with a row of equally eroded white stone pillars. Much of the stone paving underfoot was cracked and peeling. Ten steps led up the center of the plaza to a raised section. Atop that sat an old stone altar and a suspiciously new-looking empty throne. Oscar stood in the middle of the plaza, turning to observe everything.
gpt
Oscar:  "We’ve been ambushed, just like they planned." he muttered.
human
Action:  Everything looked peaceful, appearing as some visage from the distant past. Along the outer edges of the plaza, an arena of circular stone steps towered over them imperiously. The weathered things looked just like petrified flower petals. At present, the many rows of encircling steps were filled with several hundred Cuscull mages. Their chilling gazes were locked on their newly arrived guests. Mixed in among them were quite a few strange-looking creatures, including winged, mid-level demons. Presumably, these had been summoned and put to work. Oscar gazed at the crowd calmly, but the others were frozen in place, whether out of astonishment or fear. Keeping his eyes forward, Oscar called for one of his confidantes.
gpt
Oscar:  "Als, what’s your take?"
human
Als:  "Not good. There’s way too many of them and way too few of us."
gpt
Action:  With only fifty on Oscar’s side, a head-on battle seemed a poor choice. Oscar checked on how his other subjects were doing and then drew Akashia. Pitching his voice so they could hear, he ordered,
human
Oscar:  "I have a defensive barrier, so don’t worry about me. Protect yourselves."
gpt
Action:  No matter what happened, Oscar knew he would not die so long as Tinasha was alive. Oscar didn’t intend to let his team die, either, however, and he readjusted his grip on Akashia’s hilt.