Earnan Missile attack [_3d6]=(6+1+3)=10 1 hit.
That's 5 hits vs the Runepriest.
I will say you hold off on spells at this point to get better opportunities, plus things are about to happen with your allies...
The party unleashes precise arrows onto the Wight Priest and despite his shield he staggers back under the attack but is not yet defeated. In response to the attack the Wights reform their position and the guards take up positions on the dais to cover the leaders. It is no longer possible to pick out which Wight is which in the darkness and further missile attacks will likely be intercepted by the shielded Wight guards.
But in the room behind them
Jing Ji-ho's exaltations have roused
Gurav's Household and so
Borav grabs his Thane by the helm and headbutts him with his own iron helm while Korev hauls his lord bodily to his feet.
"Dammaz!" Borav shouts with all the volume he can muster as the runes glow upon his armor.
Gurav shakes his head and returns to his senses but his priest isn't done and once more Borav calls out,
"Gurav Graka! The Ancestors call to you! I can hear their cries in the Deep! Dammaz, dammaz," the Runepriest shouts until the runes on his and the other Dawis' armor blaze in the darkness. Then, with the power of his rune magic behind him, Borav once more roars,
"DAMMAZ!"
With that final command the haunted fort seems to shudder and the living Dawi respond to the call with furious purpose. 'Dammaz!' they cry, over and over, and beat their shields and stamp their feet. As they do the skeletons begin to join in. At first it is no more than a rustle of rusted maille and old wood, but within moments it grows. Such is their righteous focus that rust peels away from iron and dust flies from long forgotten wood. The sound fills the room, ever more lively with each refrain of 'Dammaz, Dammaz!' (Grudge/Oath).
Caught up in the rush of emotion the Dawi continue the chant and move to enter the next chamber heedless of the enemy advantage in defense. Filled with fury Thane Graka turns to his dead kin and extols them in the language of his folk.
When he does there is another shudder as if a warm wind is blowing and suddenly the room begins to glow with bluish light. The skeletons, once nothing but old bones, take up that glow and where the maille had hung listlessly over bone it begins to rise as if held by Dawi muscle. Soon the entire force is affected and their voices begin to return. Soft at first, held back by the grave, but quickly gaining volume until two dozen skeletons find full voices.
"DAMMAZ!" they shout, and hurl back the unholy darkness with the ferocity of their faith. Where once there was nothing but bones now stands two dozen Dawi warriors with flesh made of rage.
The transformation stuns the party, (especially
Morwen) and before they can regain their composure the troop surges into the next chamber and engages the Fallen Dawi in battle.
40 Skeletons
25 Skeleton Xbows
10 Skeleton Thunderers
8 Wights 4HD 7/7hp
1 Wight Cleric 6HD, 3/8hp
1 Wight Champion 8HD, 11/11hp
1 Wight Lord 8HD, 11/11hp