Flora had finally accomplished her quest within the depths of the forgotten ruins in search of the fabled vault within the confines of a massive fissure which served as a burial ground for once mighty heroes of old. She had been preparing for months in advance due to the perils which lay dormant below. Narrow hallways lined with traps of various natures. Fire pits, spiked walls, poison darts, and networks of tunnels which could get any level headed thief lost for all times. The rouge had worked her way through with relative ease where many others had failed. At the end of this gauntlet she comes across a large stone double doors. The floor is littered with what looks to be slay the bones of slain monsters and heroes alike whom were too hurt to carry onward past this point. This explains why some of the pathways had traps set off in random locations from the trek down.<br/><br/>Once you've gathered your nerve and pushed past the door and what you see inside makes your eyes widen in ah. The room is filled with treasure which glimmer its tempting golden hue in piles upon the floor and in small mountains of coin. At the far corner of the wall lays sits a throne and perched upon it from a distance looks to be a crown. Once Flora walks across the treasure trove of riches the floor underneath her feet reveal a unknown language<em>(To her at least)</em>beofre a faint voice had spoken out as if telling a story.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em>"Some have walked these desolate world while you have slept.<br/> Some like me. I remember what you did. I remember the day. The knight appeared at the helm, gleaming and victorious.<br/> Our cold and gold Emperors, breathless, bathed you in savior's silk. Then came the sound.<br/> Across all once, the ceremonial drums. A royal salute to the honored Hero.<br/> Ten solemn beats to declare the suffering was over.<br/><br/>I watched from a distance, with the rest of the shackled ones.<br/>With each beat terror began to crush my throat. The men were not stoic and silent.<br/>They were waiting. They were poised. I tried to call out but only a strangled whisper escaped.<br/>When the ninth beat rang a torrent of blood filled the hall, loosed by familiar swords.<br/>The drums, the Empire, fell silent forever."</em></span><br/><br/>With each passing step Flora has taken behind her the scene has taken place with ghostly silhouettes each fading off after their action was taken. What looked to being a crown is actually a collar used for exotic creatures and beings. Once picked up and examined closely by our rouge its obvious of the craftsmanship and materials used along with how freaking heavy it is. Its like lifting up a ten pound weight. The only good thing about it was the plethora of amethyst gems around the front. it will fetch a hefty penny when sold, though she cannot help put to take a few bags of gold coins for the trouble.<br/><br/>Getting out was much easier then entering the massive network of tunnels and graves to head back to her hide away which is nestled between the tavern and the market place. Its normally used by fellow 'treasure seekers' to spread the cuts of each person on the job, but this day its empty... well besides our heroin of course. Its said that curiosity was a killer and she was no exception to this. She looked at the collar and saw it could be opened if fiddled with a few tools. She spent a minutes before it pops open like a once locked door. taking the collar she'd place it upon her neck while gazing  downward to see if it is being placed correctly. As it graces her neck it shuts closed before it seals itself forever. The heavy ebony collar emits an aura which causes her body to alter from its previous form with each passing second turning her into a feline from head to toe.