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"Sutek's Ancient Tomb" by reiqua
“Nooo, Sarina!” Torin called desperately. His friend teetered precariously on the brink of the pit. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of air. But it was futile really. She fell all the same. Torin sighed a soft sigh. His shoulders drooped slightly. He walked slowly over to the edge of the pit. “Why do I get such a strong sense of déjà vu about this?” He asked the ceiling. Maybe, he thought, it had something to do with the fact that he had seen this before. In fact, it was the fifth time this month he had watched Sarina fall into a similar pit. “Are you okay, Sarina?” he called down. She was. The Aisha was sitting up already. She had survived many bigger falls than this one. “Hold tight,” he called to her “while I figure out a way to get you out of there.” Sarina had the good sense to refrain from pointing out that she could hardly go anywhere. She sat against the side of the shaft she had fallen down and investigated her bruises. I should really stop doing this, she mused. At the top of Sarina's pit, Torin was scurrying about busily. He fished a rope out of his pack. Then he began to look about for something to tie it to. There was nothing. Nothing on the ceiling. Nothing on the floor. Nothing on the walls. Nothing. The sandstone corridor at this point ran straight for a good twenty metres before turning a corner. And in that stretch, there was not a single statue or ornament to offer an anchorage point. He supposed that whoever had built this Gebmid had made it that way on purpose. When you set a trap, you don't want to make it too easy for your victim to escape. But he wished they hadn't.

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