Floor 1 "Wheel": 1-2

[Anastasia]

Eb and the girls go here.

East. A path is chosen and the three souls travel to it instantly. You stand at the end of a very long, smoky, misty hall. Behind you is a solid stone wall with streaks of rusty iron, 15 feet ahead of you are doors to the north and south along the hallway, and the hall continues to the west farther than you can see in the mist. A few dotted torches provide misty banks of light to see with. However, due to the foggy conditions, seeing more than 30 feet ahead isn't possible.

A mere 5 feet ahead a sword swings very slowly and lazily back and forth, as if trying to defend the passage. It moves no faster than a tired man, sluggishly moving of it's own volition back and forth, back and forth. It takes it about a minute to go from side to side of the hallway.

[Carthrat]

Sacchin studies the motion of the sword, including which way it's pointing and whether the hilt happens to ever face in her direction.

[Anastasia]

The sword' arc is generally attacking in your direction, blade first and hilt away towards the west. Sacchin also notes that the hilt has a greasy looking black residue all over it, like thick grease. It's slow enough that going around it to get to the hilt on the other side would be simplistic, however.

[Carthrat]

Sacchin crouches so the sword couldn't hit her even if she stayed still, and moves underneath it's arc to the opposite side.

[Anastasia]

Sacchin crouches and moves under the sword! This goes well and without sudden death catching up to her. The hilt of the sword is now pointing at her, the blade still pointing in the direction of the other two spirits.

[Carthrat]

Sacchin drops her backpack on the ground and pulls out a thick blanket, which she tosses over the blade as it moves from side to side.

[Anastasia]

The thick blanket is tossed over the sword! Under the weight of it the sword's slices lessen, the entire metal thing clattering to the ground! A few gashes are made in the winter blanket, but overall it pins the greatsword down.

[Carthrat]

Sacchin approaches the sword from behind and uses what's left of the blanket to try and wipe that black substance off the hilt.

[Anastasia]

With some skillful stroking of the blade's hilt, Sacchin is ablet o remove the black, greasy substance. It stains the blanket and leaves a thin residue over the hilt, but it's more or less gone.

[Carthrat]

Sacchin tries to siphon some of the substance into her flask, wringing out her blanket as necessary, and then removes the blanket.

[Anastasia]

It's pretty slippery and greasy, but Sacchin is able to get some into her flask. Once the blanket is removed, the sword floats up and begins to attack again, still towards Fleshert and Euphy.

[Carthrat]

Sacchin takes a good look at the sword to see if there's anything noteworthy or remarkable about it (particularly the quality of the blade.)

[Anastasia]

It's a sword! A shiny sword! A stabby sword! Sword! Swooooooord! Sacchin is sure of that. Without training in appraisal or a like discipline, assessing quality is foolhardy.

There's not much noteworthy beyond the black substance that was on the hilt.

[Carthrat]

Sacchin shrugs and leaves the sword behind for now, advancing slowly into the fog until she's roughly level with the doors.

[Corwin]

The brutish girl managed to duck beneath the sword and get across, and she is certainly bulkier than Euphemia. Thus, there is no need to reinvent the wheel, merely to copy Sacchin's actions to get across.

And she is certainly not staining her hands with that grease.