Just because I occasionally I think about game stuff besides populating little towns with people with interesting names:
"Get your prybar under there, Zophia, I'll prop the lid with this brick," said Barrick. "One more good shove, and we'll have it off."
"Good," she grunted, "Hope the temple will be happy to have their saint's reliquary back."
The sarcophagus lid slid off, revealing a filigree chest between a pair of skeletal feet. Zophia reached in, "There you are."
As she touched the chest, the skeleton's eyes flared ice-blue and the body rose, striking the intruder. Zophia raised an arm to ward off the strike, as blue-tinged claws raked her sleeve. Her prybar dropped from suddenly numb fingers.
"Back away!" yelled Barrick, drawing sword against the glowing undead. It scrabbled at his shield, unable to breach his guard, before leaping from the sarcophagus at his stunned companion.
She clumsily swung a cudgel at the horror, before receiving another gash across the face.
"Run, now!" urged Barrick, grabbing her arm.
It was like ice, as Zophia slowly turned to him, slurring, "I tir'ed..."
The skeleton leered, stepping in for another attack.