Nymm 21, 998 YK
Expanding so much of its horrible will just on holding together, the dwarven spirit is unable to ward off Morgan's enchanted club. The stout wood slams into the ghost, crunching bones as it passes right down through its side. Immediately the dwarf opens its bony jaw in a scream, and wails, "Nooooo! Granthum must nooot reeest in peeeee-!" as the ghastly blue flames lick at it and begin to flare up, cutting off its rising shriek.
A moment later the keening wails of the two remaining soldiers join that of their leader, and they too begin to glow brighter. As the party watches, the blue fire begins to spread, covering all of the three ghosts until they are like raging infernos, though still accompanied by no heat. But this only lasts for a few moments, as they blue flames burn up the spirits completely and then die out as quickly as they grew. When the flames are gone, there is no trace left of the deadly foes of the Granthum family.