Floor 1 "Wheel": 1-2

[Carthrat]

Sacchin's eyes brighten up at what is clearly a prospect of unmitigated violence, and she trundles after the mephit, glancing back at her companions with glee. "Killing! Time to kill! Let's go!"

Halfway towards the beast, she stops, and picks at her fang. "Where Kni.. nit... nnngh. Knight of Marshes is for killing. Where?"

[Ebiris]

"Good show!" Flasheart grins. "I had a good feeling the moment I laid eyes on you. Now, even in a place such as this we mustn't forget our manners - you have the pleasure of travelling with the Lord Flasheart," he introduces himself with a flourish as they head down the corridor.

[Anastasia]

"Ssssssissshhhttttt." He answers, before peering at Sacchin. "Talk aaaabout theee Kniiiight aaafter the Snaaaakeheadsssssss! Snaaaakeheaaaadsss very daaaangeroussss!"

[Carthrat]

Sacchin shoves her sword through a crude loop in her belt; the tip very nearly touches the ground, and it looks not at all secure.

A bow crafted from bone is drawn instead, hanging loosely from her palm. "Go," she instructs, eager to get moving. "Tell when enemies near."

[Anastasia]

"Theeeeey coooomeee ooooutt of the miiiist," The steamy creature warns. "Liiiikkkeee screaaaamers. Haaave boooow ready!" Nonetheless, the creature makes no move to advance forward. He nudges at the back of Sir Flasheart. "Yoooou gooooo."

[Ebiris]

"Hah, they'll regret it if they try a sneak attack," is all Flasheart says as he bravely advances forward.

[Carthrat]

Sacchin likewise trudges after Flasheart, arrow nocked and ready to fire at whatever creature with a death-wish might fly out!

[Corwin]

The crossbow is easy enough to load, though Euphemia holds it casually, seeing no need to aim into the mists.

"Yes," she says with a small smile playing on her lips. "We'll avenge your ignoble death in the event of a cowardly sneak attack."

[Anastasia]

Thus the party heads deeper into the fog! It becomes thicker as they advance, limiting vision to a 20 ft range. Ahead in the fog you can see a freestanding stairway, going up ten feet at an easy angle. There are no hand rails or supports, the top of it connecting to a free floating platform. Below the stairway and platform is emptiness, a vast chasm glimpsed as far as it can be under the foggy conditions.

[Corwin]

Moving the crossbow into a more manageable position, Euphemia tosses a pebble at the stairway.

[Anastasia]

The pebble is tossed! As it soars over the stairs, descending down, they come oout from the mist like a shot! These things are blue, disembodied heads with writhing snakes for hair. They are distinctly feminine, soaring out and hitting the pebble in drive by swipes! It sends the pebble off course, plunging down into the chasm! Just like that they are gone, flying back into the mists.

[Corwin]

"Let's try this again, only once they appear we'll shoot those... flying heads," Euphemia suggests, stumbling over the description for their obstacle. She levels her crossbow at the stairway, and waits for the pointy-earred lord who didn't bring a bow along to be the one to summon the blue things.

[Ebiris]

"Bah, there's nothing to hold onto with those things. Woof!" Flasheart announces boldly before turning his attention to their new friend. "How about getting their attention and then the ladies can sort things out?" he suggests jovially.

[Anastasia]

"Noooo waaaaay!" Shaking it's steamy head, "Thoosssssee thiiings hiit and BITE hard!" The creature drifts back a little, away from the stairway. It goes for Euphy, settling on her shoulder.

[Ebiris]

"They also seem a bit dim," Flasheart reckons, picking up a pebble and tossing it over.