((Sorry, was a bit rushed.))
Rivae Nalvaike
Rivae pets the small creature, prompting it to lick his cheeks. It smells - and feels - suspiciously like a wet dog. Deciding to try the lid again, he finds that he's still unable to get it open.
Libitina Keshanodal & Herinrich von Stuarm Gunthar
As the floor seems to have it's own plans for when they reach the next room, both Libitina and Herinrich are the only two prepared to act quickly once it shoves the party into the next room. In addition to what everyone else sees, these two notice a scarecrow whose eyes appear to be glowing blue in the corner of the room.
Jonathan Master
Entertained by the antics of Jason, Jin, and Flabort, Jonathan begins rushing around the room and tossing money into their faces. This does nothing but distract them momentarily, so he quickly gives up and waits on the casket with Herinrich, making it even harder for Rivae to get out.
Jason Cadwen vs. Jin Lemon vs Flabort the Immortal Demilich
Jason briefly considers letting Rivae out of the casket, but realizes that it would be slightly difficult as a man happens to be sitting on it.
Flabort prods the floor with his staff, receiving a satisfying thunk to confirm that the floor is, in fact, solid.
Box fight!
Flabort, Jin, and Jason start throwing the liftable boxes at one another, the only ones that manage to hit any of them are rather tiny and harmless - in part due to money being flung in their faces as they tried to aim - yet they continue with this pointless endeavor until a certain event knocks them all down. Seems like none of them are going to be the king of the boxes, if this room has anything to say about it.
Once your rising floor of sludge gets within a few meters of the hole in the ceiling, a large, slow wave pushes all of you, and your boxes, towards the center of the room - knocking over Jason, Flabort, and Jin during their fight. When the rising floor reaches the hole, having pushed all of you through safely, it stops, leaving a small step up onto a floor coated in several inches of dust. A quick look around reveals all manner of tapestries - large, small, in almost every color one could imagine, and yet... All but the largest four are burned, ripped, or stained beyond all recognition. On the floor in front of each of these four are five small hexagons, dimly glowing green.
The first of the remaining four depicts a knight wielding a disproportionally large sword - seriously, this thing is larger than he is - cutting the legs off of a bright-blue dragon in a single swing. In the background, what you can only guess to be the dragon's baby looks on with fear in it's eyes.
The second shows a wizard sporting stereotypical black robes and a long, unkempt beard powering some form of machine with electricity that flows from his fingertips. On closer inspection, some sort of dark red liquid seems to be leaking from a small slot on the device...
The third tapestry seems to be of a shadowy figure with a vicious, toothy grin pulling an arrow from the eye of a dead Orc - behind her lies a burning pile of Orcs, Humans, and Elves.
The final shows a group of people of various religious faiths in a large palace, apparently treating the wounds of injured warriors. In the distance, a horde of undead appears to have just broken through a barrier that was keeping those within safe.
Hey! Listen!
Sludge done!
Magic tapestries!
New room!
Congratulations!