Urben's SKT

Zack watched all but his intended target go down, though even in his anger he saw the devastation around it. He actually laughs a dark laugh when the plague ***** fumbled. Perhaps because he had been in the eye of the storm was why he hadn't fallen, but the ground around him was still loose, and unsafe. His focus was clearly on the plague *****, like a bull locking eyes with the one who had provoked it. He was about to slash the zombie near him before Angar called out, and he still had enough sense in him to know that angar could stop them all. Ignoring his mothers controlled actions, almost letting her hit him.

While his rage was focusing itself, he found a certain clarity within it. He whispered to himself then Hold onto your dreams. And never forget your pride.... as a soldier. Sorry i couldn't come home sooner mom. And I'm even more sorry I couldn't have stopped this man before it even happened. he didn't care if she could understand him or not. He had to say it. Regardless, he then looked up, facing the doctor and replied. Oh, I find it absolutely marvelous. Because you left so many breadcrumbs, and made so many mistakes, it all led me right back to you. And by the time I'm done with you, you'll wish your soul was in the deepest layer of the burning hells to save you from my fury. Like a man possessed he stepped forward, his entire body engulfing in that blue flame that normally only  manifested on his blade. 

Every step he took seemed to have weight, and the ground beneath him singed and scorched, while himself, and his clothing seemed to be fine. The view from the doctors point of view was that of some hellish man stepping forward with a large, ignited blade. The room dancing in blue fire. Zack lifting the blade. You said you had more vials, right? he blade coming down in a clumsy blow, intended to sever the gnomes throwing arm at the shoulder.

(Damage after reroll is 11 + 6 fire. since i can't see rolls, i got atleast 1, 1. Rerolled to 4. the other, had to have been 3 + 4 + 1 to = 8. so 4 + 3 + 4 +6)

The pleage bearer screams in pain as an arm comes loose but regains his composure and starts laughing. Nothing that can't be replaced! But I see you're dangerous! Best make this quick. The plague bearer mutters and encation and Zack feels a wave of dark energy wave over him sapping him of his life force. The plague bearer laugh maniacally as Zack falls to the ground. Hehehe. Well whose next?

When the bow string snapped on her, Nadia's heart snapped along with it. The bow itself had carried some sentimental value to her, as it was a gift from her sister before she left on her adventures, and seeing as it wasn't something she could fix right then and there, she would be forced to use something else. Her hands go to the sword on her side, her eyes focused on the gnome now since the undead had been graciously handled by Angar. However, her attention is soon drawn to Zack when he's suddenly engulfed in flames before delivering a devastating blow on the necromancer, rendering him with one arm left.

But right after, the fighter falls, and her heart follows along with him. For a moment, she's frozen there. Her mind needed to process everything that had happened all at once; her bow snapping, Zack in a furious rage, dismembering someone yet again (though it was much deserved both times), then him falling to the ground unconscious. While normally panic would have set in, she channeled it into fury, grabbing the hilt of her blade tightly while her eyes stare daggers at the gnome. She may not have been the best at close combat fighting, but she would be damned if she didn't try it for his sake, but first... 

With her free hand, amber and green magic pools swirl where the fighter had fallen, and soon a spectral bear began to form and take shape.

Bonus Action: Healing Bear: 3 

Just as she is finished casting the spell (running through it for probably 1 ******* hp), and being fully aware of the risk she was going to put herself in for doing this, she rushes over to the gnome to put herself between him and Zack. There's a fire burning bright at the back of her eyes as she tries to strike down at the man, seething between clenched teeth, "Me."

Action 1: Attack: 10 Damage: 10 
Action 2: Attack: 22 Damage: 9 
Slayers Prey Bonus Damage: 4 

Although Nadaar tried, Nadia is far faster on the draw. He snorted heavily, wanting nothing more than bring his blade to bear. But with the area crowded, and grown over turn, he knew better than to try. So rather grudgingly, he closed his eye and took a second to gather his thoughts. "You know I heard that the Gnomish people were supposed to be highly intelligent, and quite clever. And yet you? It is like Zack said, and you have brought a great deal of shame to your people." He states flatly as he sheathed at least one of his scimitars. "But I suppose, this is a case of... well, why should you care? You seem to revel in being an addled minded failure. A small minded Creator. Certainly no Game Changer. And who will in the end... Waver."

With each emphasis on the final word, more and more did Nadaar tug at the weave connected to the Gnome's mind in hopes of causing a painful discordance within it.

Action: Cast the cantrip Vicious Mockery, inflicting 5 Psychic Damage on a failed(Wis 14) save to Plague Bearer.

 The plagueberer reels back as Nadias blade cuts into him. shortly after he hears magical wishpers in his head causing him to feel mental pain as well as physical. Zack feels a small surge of healing run through his body as he wakes up. The plague bearer hisses in anger at the sight of Nadias healing energy and glares at her with murderous intent.

Angar on the other hand fires a ray of frost at the gnome, hoping to kill the creature, hitting him hard and slowing him down. Zack wakes up only briefly, in a dream like state, before the plague bearers foul presence knocks him out again.

Hehehe. Okay dear. Let the doctor take a look at you. Here. Have this! The plague bearer tosses a vial of grey liquid at the ranger. The glass vial breaks and covers Nadia is a watery grey liquid that absorbs itself into her skin. Nadia feels like something is wrong, but the immediate affects are unapparent.

"And still the little man, who so is in need of tan, thinks himself a doctor?" Nadaar continued to insult, tugging once more at the weave. In spite of the vile dripping from his tongue, and the queasiness still assailing him internally, there was a focus there in the Dragonborn's eyes that went beyond rage or feeling. A certain analytic gleam to them, in fact, that only in his brief glances about the room gave away the leanings of his thought.

"What lunacy, a travesty, to be made bear the presence of this mere squatter. A mere wretch who needs others to even effect the world beyond this locker." He adds, stepping five feet closer, testing the limitations of the gnome's peculiar presence. "Stand firm, Lady Nadia. He knows his end is near."

Action: Cast the cantrip Vicious Mockery, inflicting 4 Psychic Damage on a failed(Wis 14) save to Plague Bearer.

Bonus Action: Cast Pep Talk at first level on Nadia, restoring 5 HP to her.

There was a pang of panic that went through her mind when she noticed that Zack wasn't up. She was sure that the healing from the spirit should have woken him up, but... With the ranger lost in thought, she left herself wide open for an attack from the gnome.

Concentration for HS: 12

She is able to shrug off... whatever it was that he threw at her, but when she notices how easily it seeped into her flesh, the panic grew. Yet it was Nadaar's words that pushed the feeling back into her mind, bolstering her more than he could tell. With a breath, she is able to recollect herself and allow the fury to continue to grow as she takes just a second to dip into her spirits healing before striking out at the *****.

Action 1: Attack: 8 Damage: 6 
Action 2: Attack: 10 Damage: 10 
Slayers Prey Bonus Damage: 1 

Healing Bear: 2

(**** me man)

 The gnome winches and grabs at his head as he is once again mentally assaulted from the magic in Nadaars words. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction Nadia attempts to strike at the putrid man but as she does she finds her muscles stiffen painfully and she is unable to connect. The muscles in her arms remain stiff and painful, similar to a charlie horse, for some time (next two hits do half damage). 

Seeing things rapidly going down hill, Angar turns to Nadaar and says I think it's best you get lady Nadia and if possible Master Zack out of here. I'll handle this thing. Angar focuses all his energy into Yoric and dark tendrils of energy eminat from the pervy skull before shooting off and surrounding the plague bearer. The black tendrils enter the plague bearers body and he winches slightly before laughing. Fool, do you not think I am not resistant to the energies of death! (forgot he is resistant to necrotic so quarter damage from that role above)

Don't worry though! I'll take care of you after I kill your annoying friend over there! The plague bearer aims his staff toward Nadaar. A ball of emerald greed acid streaks from the staff and towards the dragonborn and death Whisperer. Nadaar, seeing the attack coming quickly tosses Rillex out of the way before leaping forward into the spell stoping it short but taking the full brunt of the damage. The smell of burnt flesh quickly permeates through the room as a dark, burnt, lifeless mass crumples to the floor. Nadaar body suffers several acid burns, bits of bone and sinew are visible and the acid bubbles on his flesh. Nadia sees Nadaar fall, and in her heart she knows there is no point in trying to heal him. NO! NADAAR! Angar cries as the dragonborn falls. He grips his staff and stares at the murderer who starts laughing manically at his work. Hahahahaha. Two down. Two to go.

Nadia manages to resist the affect of the plague bearers presence again and she feels her muscles starting to cooperate again. Unfortunately Zack seems to be in and out of consciousness (lvl 2 exhaustion).

It was as if the world stopped the moment Nadaar had thrown himself in front of the spell.

She stood there, frozen, as a mixture of raw emotions hit her like a two ton weight. Fear... Panic... Despair.... and the next thing she knew, her nose had been assaulted with the stench of burning flesh as her eyes followed where the now lifeless Dragonborn had landed. Her bottom lip quivered as her vision grew blurry. There were a lot of things the elf could take in without breaking down, but this certainly was her breaking point. Between Zack slipping in and out of unconsciousness, looking worse by the seconds, and Nadaar sacrificing himself to protect them, she couldn't stop the stream of tears that began to fall down her cheeks.

"No..." was all that she could get past the knot in her throat. She felt like a child again. She was powerless to stop what was happening around her, just like before, and what ever fire that had been burning within herself had been burnt out by a wave of dread and sorrow. The ranger found it impossible to bring herself to do anything but run, even if deep down, she knew, there was a small sliver of a chance that she (and maybe Zack) could survive this whole thing. She couldn't let Nadaar's death be in vain. She had to at least try.

Nadia willed herself to move again, listening to Angar's words and allowed him to handle the gnome as she tried to get out. Dipping into the healing again (maybe even for the last time), she used whatever strength she could muster to pick up Zack and retreat.

Healing: 5
AoO Concentration Save (to get out of the way now): 16

Assuming he doesn't one shot me, Nadia tries to get as far away as she possibly can with her bear in toe, and just ******* cries the whole way through.

Look upon ruin and behold these ways
When you remove that leash then you'll end the dog days

Death. That was what he saw building before the staff. Not his own, and perhaps not even Angar. But, certainly someones if it wasn't stopped in that moment. But it couldn't be -- it wouldn't be, of that he became certain as it streaked towards the back. Then he consciously felt it; a warmth at the nape of his neck. He was moving in before there was time to reconsider, casting aside Rillex just as the Tressym thought the same as he.

Only by hand can you turn that page
Only keys of integrity unlock that cage

If the ball was allowed to expand, it would be all over. So, Nadaar opened wide, mustered every bit of innate draconic magic he could, and snapped up the orb in nearly one go. Draconic resilience proved both a boon and a bane, for he felt every second of flesh being eroded from inside. He fell to his knees holding tight to his scimitar until the flesh eroded away in seconds. If one dared to listen closely, they could swear the gurgled up blood, magic, and acid sounded almost like a chuckle...

If you swim in foul play you will live among plague
If you cut a man's spirit he will bleed just the same

Time began to slow from his perspective. The pain never abates, not fully at least. But within that same moment, memories began to play back in mind.
Rather than death, he had been exiled.
Rather than be killed and left on the side of the road, he'd been taken in briefly by a band of mercernary goblinoids.
Rather than be lost to the waves as the Sea ***** wanted, Vaulker saw fit to lead a traveling Triton to his sinking form.
Rather than die burning in a barn having lost once more in a contest against his own kind, a peculiar pair of human and elf dragged his sorry carcas some time later.
Rather than be crushed to death by an Ogre, the same elf fed him, and bade he do... something.

When you linger in the desert don't expect to find rain
And if you wish to know peace you must come to know pain

As he looked back, there were so many other moments that he denied Kelemvor and his servant's work. Before his mind began to literally melt away, a fragmented thought of 'Enough jesting now, I suppose' flits across the mind. The rest would come in flashes from that point on. In the end, he didn't regret protecting his Sister. She was everything the clan needed. And he? The life of a Noblem was never for him, try as he might've to adhere to it. In the end, he recognized too his failings to understand Zack; a man closer to Hlal than he could ever possibly be. But the chains were too heavy, and he to much of a stubborn child to let go of all that had been ingrained in his youth. To deny those things would be deny what he was, or so he thought....

Every pioneer leaves a home of the brave
Every last deed has a seed that remains

Finally, he turned away from the visions to view the world one last time. His impetuousness would save a life, and allow him in some small way to keep his promise to Rillex. But what of the others? Zack had already fallen, and Nadia was close to her limits. What would leaving them behind do, if nothing short than betrayal? Even before the question is fully formed in mind, another thought interjects with 'No.... will.... survive!'in denial of it, squeezing what remained of a hand before it fell to pieces in a melted sludge. They would survive. He'd done enough. Anything else would be the height of arrogance on his part...  

And with every backlash some are shocked and afraid
But you will never see the light if you refuse to leave shade

Soon, there would only be enough to recognize the body for who it once was, but not nearly enough to raise in one form or another. But such a concern comes to mind. Instead, before the darkness creeping into his vision left him blind completely to everything else, he spent what remained of fraying concentration on a single thought. His one true victory before the end, as cries fell upon deaf ears. One in recognition of a beat... a song that played an undercurrent to everything in his life, but only recognized at the end of it...
But outwardly, all anyone sees is his slumped on his knees form, continuing to fall apart in melted chunks until the only thing keeping him upright at all is the convenient congealing of flesh and bone.

(Not exactly the right song for his end, but it what would've been his themesong at a certain point)

 A teary-eyed Rillex could only watch and mewl as the last of Nadaar's life leaves his eyes. And Wonder... Rillex doesn't even see her enter his field of vision at first. But Wonder, who had thus far obeyed her summoner's wishes with the attitude of a surely teenager, rested a hand on Nadaar's disolving shoulder... before fading away like adust int he wind.

Distraught, Rillex started to approach the remains, but after a moment's hesitation, shook his head and flew out of the room.

 Nadia grabs Zack and pulls him away as far as she can. As she does the plague bearer swings his staff and smacks Nadia across the head with it drawing blood. Not  slowing down however Nadia drags Zack out of the room as Angar steps in front of them to protect them. Angar repeats the blight spell, his more powerful damage spell, only to see the creature shrug it off for minimal affect again. Angar shuts the door behind him.

In the dim stone hallway Zack finally wakes up to see Nadia crying.

 For the last several millennia, or so it felt like to him, he kept slipping in and out of a dream. His body was in agony from the inside out. He  felt like he had been sucked of all life from the inside, and his body had visibly shrunk inwardly, though his muscle remained, his ribs were visible through his skin, though that couldn't be seen beneath the armor. His cheeks were gaunt, and his eyes sunk in. he looked nearly like a well toned corpse, and his skin was paler than usual. He occasionally heard the odd laughter, or power of a spell as his consciousness faded in and out.

He also felt faint pulses of healing energy flowing through him, only to be replaced by intense, wracking, draining. he felt like a sponge being repeatedly wet and rung very hard. He felt additional effects but he couldn't place what they felt like. Then, he felt himself being pulled and drug across the floor. and the abatement of  some of the effects. Suddenly he stopped, either propped in a wall or within Nadia's arms, or even lying on the floor. His eyes open weakly as he feels that life energy flow back into him, though still feeling and looking desiccated. The world around him is blurred, and his eyes take several moments to refocus before he sees the walls and the floor, but doesn't see the little shit, nor Angar, nor Nadaar. Wha.. he mumbles out, as he realizes he can hear and see tears rolling down Nadia's face like a small stream. Where is Nadaar? amd Anbar? Amd the gnone? his breaths were better but still ragged. Steeling himself for a moment, hating the feeling of being weak, he grits his teeth and mentally rejuvenates himself.  Is it over.. or?

Only action - Second wind: 8

 In the other room you both can hear Angar scream as a burst of acid strikes him. The sound is only lightly muffled by the thick stone door. 

As much as she wanted to be able to get away from all of this, she couldn't muster up anymore strength than she already had to drag Zack out of harms way. She was sure that whatever it was that the gnome had splashed on her was taking effect, and her body was losing its battle with the toxins. The elf at least managed to set the fighter down on the floor prior to falling to her knees herself, only to continue to sob into her hands and mumbling incoherently to herself. The spectral bear that had accompanied them merely rested nearby to offer its healing aid to the two of them, only able to give a worried look over to the upset ranger.

Heal: 5

At the sound of Zack's voice, her blurry gaze is brought to meet his. While normally she would have been jubilant to see him awaken from his unconsciousness, she couldn't even force herself to smile at him. At his questioning, she had to take a second to compose herself and try to swallow down the painful knot in her throat to reply. "N-no--" was all that she is able to get out as she is cut off by Angar's muffled scream as her body's automatic reaction is to tense and tremble. Another moment passes as she tries to relax herself and continue. "An-Angar... he's... f-f-fighting th-them... N-Nadaar... h-he's..." Her crying seemed only to intensify as the memory of Nadaar taking in the brunt of the spell was still fresh in her mind, replaying on loop like a broken record. The word felt like venom on her tongue went she's able to finally get it out. "Dead."

 Angar can be hear yelling as he first a ray of frost at the plague bearer, the two sling spells back and forth like proper Wizards.

 His heart trembled hearing her cry as hard as she did. His own lips quivering in empathy to how she must feel, and his eyes closing momentarily as he collects his thoughts. HHmmm he groans out ever so slightly, taking a deep breath. Pulling himself up to his knee's, and then to his feet, he pulls Nadia up with him. His fingers a little less full than they had been before. and gets her to her feet. He has a somber but determined look on his face. Sighing one last time, he says Novia. Look at me. despite how defeated he otherwise looked, his eyes still shone brightly, in that deep sky blue. A soft glow like the northern lights. I know you're going to refuse, but run. Heal me one last time if you have the energy, and make your spirit stay with me and Angar if that's possible. And then run.

His voice was soft, but serious And I won't allow you to say no. Someone needs to tell my dad, and Sarah, and some local militia about this place. If we all die here, nothing will change. My mother will remain some walking corpse to do that bastards bidding. And he'll just continue to do his experiments, and perfect his disease. And, I can't let that bastard Nadaar outdo me, y'know? Plus, I can't let Angar die alone in there. But one of us needs to make it out of here alive. she would see a weak smile forming And its going to be you, like it or not. So get out of here.

But, before you do... he says, pulling her into a hug, knowing everything he was saying and about to do was the height of selfishness. Pressing his lips to hers in what may very well be a final kiss. It wasn't long, but I think I managed to fall in love with you, of course I didn't want to say anything but, if I do die, I want it to be without regrets.

in that moment, his blade would appear in his hand, and as he pulled away, he'd put the handle in her palm, and close it with his own. Nothing is guaranteed. But if I do die, you'll be the proof that I lived. My hopes, my dreams. They're yours now. he would say, pushing her away as he turned around Now GO! he shouted, and his tone said he would broker no arguements.

in that moment, he turned around, drawing his crossbow, and setting a bolt. Drawing the string back. And preparing to open the door, and fire.

I doubt with everything I've done i have the economy for an attack, but if so....

Attack: 17 Damage: 8

As Zack stands there embracing Nadia, he notices her skin seems pale, almost grey, and has a rough texture to it. Though given all that is happening, it doesn't click in his head just yet that something might be wrong with Nadia. Zack opens the door and fires a crossbow bolt over Angars soldier, striking the pleage bearer in the chest. He reels back in pain, already looking quite hurt from Angars spells, Angar not looking to great himself but is still standing. Master Zack? You're alive I see The plague bearer interrupts. Fine! This has gone on long enough! The plague bearer summons another ball of acid similar to what killed Nadaa and it streaks across the room striking the floor and those around it. Angar takes the full brunt of the acid damage whilst Zack is covered in acid. The acid absorbs into Zacks skin rather than burning it, giving him a faint green aura as he stares down the plague bearer. No fair! You should be dead! Dead dead dead I say!

Once Zack takes off on what may be a final charge, Rillex pads into view from about a corner to rub against Nadia. He had fled, but not too far. And in meeting the Tressym's eyes, she can still see the grief in them. For he understood all too well the powerlessness in his small form. He then looked back to the door, hackles raised in anger, and yet... paralyzed on the spot.

So, he looked back up to Nadia again with almost begging look of 'What do I do?'

As he helped bring Nadia to her feet, she couldn't help but realize just how badly her body ached, and for the split second she took to look at their hands, she saw gray crawling up to her forearm. Certainly, it was just her eyes playing tricks on her. The tears had blurred her vision too much and she was just seeing things.... Right? When she is called to look up at him, she does so hesitantly, the ranger feeling dread looming over her head at what his next words to her were going to be. Though, when dark brown met with bright baby blue hues, the tears had stopped streaming down her face as a wave of comfort and safety washed over her.

As much as she wanted to say 'no' and that there was absolutely no way she was going to leave them there to just die, his words rung true. If they did all die, the gnome would simply continue his experiments, possibly even using them as future undead slaves to do his bidding. People would still die, his army would grow and there would have been little chance for anyone to stop it before it truly got out of hand. He was right. She had to go.

At what felt like was going to be their final kiss, Nadia had poured every ounce of love she possibly could into it to keep him fighting for as long as he could. Her heart throbbed at his words to her, her lips parting to reply, but he had thrust his sword into her hands and pushed her to get moving before she could say anything. She gives one final look at the fighter with tears stinging at the corner's of her eyes again, only to look to the bear and whisper, "Permanecer. Ayúdalos. Volveré." The spirit merely nods to her and gets up from it's place on the floor, putting itself in a position to be able to support both Zack and Angar when the door opened again.

Healing Kiss: 11 (as rolled on Discord)
Healing Bear: 3

However, she didn't find that she could make it too far. Even with using the sword as a sort of crutch, her body had been busy fighting off what her skin had absorbed and she couldn't bring herself to move, no matter how hard she tried. Her limbs were stiffening on her, and, yes, she was able to confirm that her skin was turning gray when she blinked away her tears. Brought to her knees from the pain, despite trying so desperately keep herself up, her eyes are drawn to the ground where she is met with--

A small gasp escaped her. Rillex. With the memory of Nadaar's sacrifice, she remembers seeing the Dragonborn toss him away to safety, but she wasn't entirely sure where he had gone. With the situation she was in, seeing the Tressym gave her hope, even getting her to crack a smile when he rubbed against her. Though, the smile fades when she sees the grief in his eyes, understanding fully how he must feel right now. "I know... I know... I miss him too..." She whispers, a hand going to pet him to bring him some form of comfort. "It's gonna be okay.... but, I need you to do me a huge favor, okay?" The elf looks at Rillex, hoping for him to give him a nod of confirmation that he understood what she was saying.

Once she got that, Nadia pushed through the aching of her body to take out a piece of parchment from her pack and a pencil and began to write what she could. 

 It was short and to the point and somewhat legible. With her in this state, she simply wouldn't write paragraphs explaining what was going on. The militia would see for themselves and take care of the rest, she was sure. The ranger folds the paper and pulls off her hair band, using that to secure the note onto Rillex. "To Sarah. The pretty lady at the bar... You remember her?" Nadia forces a smile. "We'll be okay. You get help." Had he allowed her, she would press her forehead against his smaller one. "He would want you to keep living." 

When the Tressym flies off, Nadia stays on the ground, letting her body continue to fight off whatever was invading it.

 (For the next turn, just to write it out now. Also healing bear roll: 1)

It felt like she had been there for hours, waiting to see what she would succumb to had her body failed in pushing out the toxins from her blood. She watched her hands closely, waiting to see if the gray would completely take over... but it didn't. Slowly, her skin began to regain its normal color, her body didn't hurt so much, she didn't feel as stiff as she had before, and she was actually able to bring herself to her feet using the wall near by as support. "Haah..." A breath escapes her, the feeling of uncertainty being replaced with certainty that she was going to be okay. They were going to be okay.

The time she sat there, she remembered the room with the skeletons, how they had bows she could retrieve and use. With her bear giving continuous healing, the boys would be okay for the time being. All she needed to do was be fast enough. Knowing the sword would have been hard to her to carry along with her, she sets it against the wall, promising she'll come back. The elf takes a deep breath and moves for the skeleton room.

Through the poisonous fungi room, she is sure to hold her breath again, using her memory to navigate it with little to no issue... until from her peripherals she notices something causing her to stop dead in her tracks. A door she was certain wasn't there before and something calling her to it. Time was of the essence, but... her legs wouldn't allow her to go forward, and instead turned her to head towards the door and investigate further.

Angar looks to Zack in shock and relief as the spell doesnt kill him but rather makes him appear somewhat stronger. Good lad! We need to finish this soon! He says as he prepares to along another frost ray as Zack makes his attack.

Nadia (on your turn) you open the door which leads you through a small tunnel. On the other side you find yourself in an ornately decorated room. As you enter a fire lights in four golden braziers set in stone, as if activated by your presence. On the opposite wall from you is a large golden statue of an elven priestess praying over a golden tomb on the enter of the room. On the tomb is a gilded bow, held in place by a golden arm meant to look like the elven figure carved into the tomb. Before you you see a shimmer in the air which turns into a spectral visage of an elven woman.  The spectral image calls out to you in a ghostly voice, but instead of fear or dread the words bring comfort and hope. 

Luchas contra el que contamina este lugar con su inmundicion. Él usa los huesos de mi familia para algún final malvado. He mantenido esta tumba, me tumba, escondida de él. Yo siento que tu eres digna. Toma mi arco y cualquier otro tesoro que puedas encontrar. Úselo para traer muerte rápida a aquellos que llamaría sus enemigos y expulsar a este mal de mi hogar.

The image gestures towards the bow on the tomb and waits for you to claim it, disappearing once you do.  Underneath the statue is also a bowl filled with 12 100gp gems