Thoroncir grits his teeth and hacks at the wight which just missed him, determined to cut down the foul creature before it harms any of his friends.
Love those chalcedony bullets.
Mulligan will aim for the ones closing in the dwarves to give them some backup and get Rorimac to do the same. Hopefully we can drop another Wight.
Bitur encourages all dwarves to hold the line and protect the spellcasters as long as possible.
Deor will back up a little, hold his fire unless it looks like the party’s losing the upper hand, and watching our back, flanks, and above our heads for surprises.
Rorimac will support the dwarves and others with his arrows. An unused arrow is an unhappy arrow.
Gwaelur will blast Rilthol again when the Wights come in range.
continues blazing away at the wights
[COLOR=black][FONT=Times New Roman]Thoroncir hacks at his undead foe, Cirist strikes for 32 but the Wight is up. As it goes to strike Hraedsig ends it.
Gil-Gandel strikes once with his flaming long sword doing 18. Thoroncir lunges with **Cirist **at the fearsome foe and runs it through.
The other two Wights close swiftly on the party. Rilthol flashes a dazzling burst of light doing an amazing 26. The arrows and stones and bolts from the party quickly ends the threat.
Gilraen says, “This chamber is clear, the undead are nearly at rest.” She tosses a small sprinkle of water on each of the Wights from the left side. “It is done.”
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The knight-errant raises his longsword high, and cries, “Well done, my friends! We are again victorious, and all have done their part according to their own talents and strengths. My thanks to you all!”
Hold on, hold on, we haven’t finished yet. Large unopened chamber, fearsome wights, who knows what else we might find here if we look hard enough 
Mulligan goes off for a look around.
Ghân echoes Mulligan’s wise words.
If anyone needs healing, the Goodberries and Cures are proffered. (This offer does not apply to undead - Wose humour.)
Mulligan looking around with the Dwarves also milling about finds nothing of note. Gilraen asks, “Good Hraedsig, could you please check for any more evil. Ghân do you have a detect magic available? I do not, in fact I am nearly out of spells and quite tired.”
I will collect any fired bullets or bolts that can be re-used. Also, I will send word to the outside that a strong menace has been defeated here. No harm in cheering up those who discovered the place.
How depressing, nothing natural to find. No coinage, no treasure. I wonder why they were here, ghosts don’t just sit around and play cards.
There must be something more to this room, after all they were chanting away at something.
Well, see what our Detectors may find, then. 
Sorry for the delay, I was distracted by the awesome spectacle of our fighting prowess. I am more than happy to Detect Evil.
And Ghân will cast Detect Magic.
Thoroncir offers the princess a chance to sit down and have a sip of Miruvor, if she wishes; he will gladly stand guard.
Pleased with the quick and clean win, Deor will take a quick breather.
Can’t wait for the results of the detects. Who knows what we may find?
Thanks for the bullets back Rorimac.
Gilraen, when did you last seriously rest? We don’t want you as invalided as certain other people have been. That would really put a crimp in Thoroncir’s day.