A large gaping hole in the ground. A pit so deep that it is but a giant black spot in a grey wasteland. The area around the pit is dying and devoid of life, the ground looking as if it was made of ground up bones rather than dry dirt and gravel. The most desolate place in Ravir, the outskirts of Skaarth known oxymoronically as the Botania Wastes, had an eery breeze blowing throughout it; The soldier's flags that were tied to their polearms, were blowing slowly as if to signify the end. The soldiers stood at perfect attention, watching. They were waiting for the signal from the Dignus Master General. 
"Well, well." The weathered soldier senior had a low and gravelly voice, devoid of compassion. He spoke with hardly any inflection or change of tone; his voice barely being heard above the whistling breeze of death. His back was raised taut, with a single hand resting upon his obtrusively-large and garnished blade. His left hand was carrying a helmet resembling the face of a bat. "It would seem we have another snack for Melidius." He said the name of the grim usurper as if he were feeding a well-behaved pet. The soldiers standing at attention looked confused about whether it was a joke. They decided to go the middle route and fake stifling a chortle or two.
"Now, then." The Dignus Master General looked at the prisoners, then raised a gaudily armored right arm. "Guide the prisoner's to the edge, men."
Without Olivia realizing it, a row of soldiers had been standing behind them, preventing any hope of escape. The herded them forward, until all of their toes were hanging off the edge. Olivia gulped and closed her eyes. She felt faint after not seeing the bottom, and knew if she blacked out now she would fall off the edge and die. She felt a cold sweat beginning to form in the suspense. 
Outside of her concentration, a gruff voice barked: "Let 'em fly!"
Olivia's eyes were forced open as she was kicked from the side of the cliff into the deep expanse of the Pit. She knew the only way she would survive would be to slow her fall, so she attempted to make her way to the edge of the Pit. Once close, she dragged the bottoms of her boots on the side of the walls to slow her falling speed. Once she had slowed a bit, she whipped out her shank and slammed it between the cracks of bricks on the side of the wall.
"Whew!" She breathed a sigh of relief, and dug her left fingers into the cracks as well.
"That was--" Out of nowhere the poorly made shank broke. She then was dangling by one hand. She quickly found foothold and prepared herself mentally for the rock-climb down.
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Down, and down, and down she went, climbing slowly but surely to the bottom. Her limbs were shaking, and she was parched, but she kept going. Suddenly, she heard a noise above her, and it was the sound...of someone falling.
She attempted to dodge, the body, but to no avail. The man startled her, loosening her grip and she came stumbling after him, landing right on top of him. 
"Whoever you are, you're dead! I'm going to use you to lighten my fall you stupid oaf!"
She held onto him for dear life as they plummeted, not realizing it was the assassin that landed her here in the first place.