"Well... dosen't take a genius to figure this one out," Calliope said, and picked up an ancient spear that lay discarded in some ancient adventurers haste to get to the chests. She thrust the point of the spear underneath a chest and heaved. The ancient stave flexed but with a heave she overturned the chest. Gold and jewels poured out in a clinking landslide that was immediately lost by the detonation of some unseen force. One of the skeletons exploded into powder and the others were blown in all directions in a shower of disarticulated bones.

"Sorcery," Bahadir muttered darkly. Calliope whose own nascent abilities in that area had never really been developed chuckled and wedged the point of her spear under another chest.

"If you use magic to create a sword," she grunted as she overturned another chest, provoking a sything that left a ripple in the air at about the height of the decapitated skeletons. "It is still just a sword."

"What if the gold is cursed?" Bahadir asked as Calliope upended a third chest, this time creating a great inrushing vortex of dust that boomed like thunder. Calliope tossed the spear to the ground and knelt to begin gathering gold and gems.

"Well we are currently buried alive in the tomb of some ancient evildoer," she replied, the gold parted to reveal a large sapphire which Calliope easily seized. To her surprise it actually formed the pommel of a long slightly curved sword. She marveled at its fine quality and made a couple of experimental cuts in the air.

"How much worse is a curse likely to make things?"