Right on...
huzzah!!!
Pip studies the armor suits and screens, eyes narrowed
Perception:
The armored suits are masterwork, and expensively detailed with mother of pearl here,.......gold thread and leafwork there.......
maybe noble/parade pieces.
The screens are silk, and the painting is excellent.
The room figuratively smells like gold.
Do you enter, or just admire from afar?....
Naah. It's fine.
When Pip steps on the floor,.....there's a sound from the floor like a violin bowing on a saw.
Looking for an explanatory Youtube linky.......
on the nightingale floor......
the floor squeaks a little bit, bowing out a thrumming trill.
Pip freezes, staying clear of the squeaky floor
The whole thing kinda squeaks; down NO 16-21.......
Huzzzzzzah!
Dok peeks in after Pip slips inside and the sound begins. He seems fascinated by the fact that the room is... chirping.
heh heh....
Colu starts looking for the nightingale.
nitey nite!!!
"Purty" Elgan says with a small smile.
His smile fades at Pip's sudden imitation of a statue.
""um,... Er not?" He looks over to Altai questioningly.
"Hang on, ah'll take unudder luuk a'roun',..." He murmurs, then shimmers into the form of a large hawk, and launches himself from Claw's shoulder with an audible creak of the golem's armor.
"Oh, beautiful! But not quiet, and not stealthy. Flying seems like a good idea."
Satari starts rummaging in his little pack.
"Purty" Elgan says with a small smile.
His smile fades at Pip's sudden imitation of a statue.
""um,... Er not?" He looks over to Altai questioningly.
"Hang on, ah'll take unudder luuk a'roun',..." He murmurs, then shimmers into the form of a large hawk, and launches himself from Claw's shoulder with an audible creak of the golem's armor.
Where's he flying to?......
Pip's forehead breaks a light sweat.......and then the room at the same time gets real chilly...and chilly thrills tinkle up his spine, chilling the sweat back off of his hairy feet (are his feet hairy; if not disregard).....
"Oh, beautiful! But not quiet, and not stealthy. Flying seems like a good idea."
Satari starts rummaging in his little pack.
He finds his Daniel San karate kid head band and his Qai Chang Kane flute.....
They had Kung Fu with David Carradine in New Zealand, right? Didn't want to get all colloquially confusing.....
huzzzah!!!
nitey nite!
"Purty" Elgan says with a small smile.
His smile fades at Pip's sudden imitation of a statue.
""um,... Er not?" He looks over to Altai questioningly.
"Hang on, ah'll take unudder luuk a'roun',..." He murmurs, then shimmers into the form of a large hawk, and launches himself from Claw's shoulder with an audible creak of the golem's armor.
Where's he flying to?......
Over Pip's head, down the length of the room. (unless something stops him,...)
Right on. Nothing else becomes apparent to the airborne druid, except the fact that it's really cold in this room.
Pip's forehead breaks a light sweat.......and then the room at the same time gets real chilly...and chilly thrills tinkle up his spine, chilling the sweat back off of his hairy feet (are his feet hairy; if not disregard).....
Pip gets the willies and looks about
Perception
Pip doesn't see anything else in the room. He can hear beyond the door, though, something......rustling, like fabric in the wind perhaps.
Also hears a nightingale floor somewhere as well perhaps being walked upon, somewhere in the main keep. Beyond the north door.
huzzzzah!!
"Kinda cold in here, isn't it?"
Right on; Claw's kinda in the way; are you entering the room?
Elgan flies around the room and lands back on Claw's shoulder. After a moment he shimmers back into an elf, almost as an afterthought.
"Seems teh be cleah. Kinda chilleh doh. Jes watch yer step?"
heh heh......
you hear windchimes.
heh heh......it sounds just like that....
one of the samurai armor's helmets, the one on the west in the middle, falls off and clanks to the floor.
The tiger on the silk screen looks like it moved a little bit.
The door to the north opens.
Er,.....actually,.....phantom doors that look like the door open. The door really seems to not budge, but two ghostdoors swing wide.
A.......ghost comes through; he's dressed in long flowing robes, with sleeves that seem to reach to the floor.
The....natives to Wa i.e. Em and Satari recognize his robes as those of an Imperial Wa noble servant of some sort, robes in a style that was common 400 or 500 years ago.
"Greetings, and welcome to the House of the Floating Forest," he announces cheerfully.
In what the natives to Wa i.e. Em and Satari recognize as a dialect of Wa'ese as being common 400 or 500 years ago.
Everybody sees him, not just those whose eyesight reaches into the invisible spectrum.
Huzzzzzzzah!
Pip looks at the natives and shrugs. He begins to strum Lucille in a gentle pattern mimicing the Wa music he has heard.
"Thank you noble lord!" Pip exclaims, executing a Wa-style bow
"If I might be so bold, what is the purpose of this amazing floor?"
Perform (as diplomacy):
"Oh,....the Nightingale floor warns of intruders." he smiles.
"Or in your case,.......announces visitors to the entryhall."
He floats over and puts the samurai helmet back on its suit of armor.
Pip smiles wider, fingers strumming ever faster on Lucille as the ghost approaches
"A most musical guard!"
Sense Motive:
He's just trying to meet and greet.
He's a ghost, but.....he's not up to nothing.
"We were searching for the samurai Lord Fukumitsu. We were talking to him before we were attacked. Do you know where he went?"
He seems to be pondering for a moment.
Then,
"Forgive me, kind sir. I do not know who that is. Who does your Lord Fukumitsu serve?"
Emrael moves into view.
Bowing to the servant, she says, "There appears to be much magic about, kind sir. My friend has been confused by so many changes around us. Please, can you tell us how we may address you and who it is you serve?"