Weeks ago, Kambo was called in for an offer from an anonymous client. The commission that Kambo was offered was for an ancient Egyptian temple that was whispered to be in the heart of the desert, its origins far older than any other temple she had explored thus far. The client, who remained anonymous, claimed the location to be one of great historical significance, filled with relics and relics untouched by time.
The rewards for completing the commission were enticing to Kambo's adventurous and curious nature. The client offered her a substantial sum of money, far exceeding her standard rates, as well as full access to explore closed temples not yet open to the public.
With such an offer, Kambo couldn't resist. As a person who lived for discovering ancient history, this was an offer she couldn't refuse. She agreed to the commission, not even bothering to ask who the mysterious client was. The excitement of potentially stumbling onto a new piece of history was too great. Plus, the rewards were too sweet to walk away from.
She prepared for the journey, gathering her equipment and supplies. Then she set off into the vast, unforgiving desert, determined to find the temple and uncover its secrets, unaware that an Omen, good or bad, had befallen her.
The desert was vast and unforgiving, the sun beating down mercilessly on anyone who dared to venture into its treacherous sands without protection. Kambo, experienced in the scorching heat, wore a loose linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of loose-fitting cargo pants, along with a wide-brim straw hat for shade. As she walked through the shifting sands, every step had a certain bounce and spring to it.
Eventually, amidst the never-ending dunes, Kambo stumbled upon a seemingly innocuous patch of sand that seemed slightly sunken.
As Kambo stepped over the sunken sands, she felt the ground give way beneath her feet, causing her stomach to lurch as gravity took hold. Down, down, down, she fell into a dark pit, the world around her whirling and spinning. Finally, her body collided with a hard surface, knocking the wind out of her chest.
Dazed, she opened her eyes and took a moment to adjust to the poor lighting. As her vision cleared, she realized that the hard surface she had hit was actually a stone floor...
The hole that Kambo fell through was quite long, about 15 feet in height with sides too smooth to climb and the sand that had been under her having no grip.
She landed on her side after a hard fall, the harsh collision bringing a sharp pain to her side. She let out a soft hiss while clutching her side, looking up at the now unreachable hole with a look of annoyance before she sat up and looked around.
Kambo picks herself up from the floor, dusting off the sand that clung to her pants as she does so. She looks at the entrance of the temple in front of her, her ears twitching as she observes the surroundings. The entrance is made of stone, carved by ancient hands, and is decorated with reliefs and hieroglyphics.
The stonework is weathered by the elements and time itself. The sand has infiltrated into the intricate carvings, giving the entrance a worn and rugged feel. Kambo's eyes widen in fascination as she examines the intricate details.
"Well, shit. I found the temple, and I forgot my grappling hook, so back the way I came isn't an option..."