Whisker wakes up in the morning and goes about his normal routine. When the party is read to move out, he will stay near the healer and do his best to keep an eye on her two boys. They seemed to be too willing to stray into danger.

Standing under the shimmering lights, Sirithal takes a deep breath and nods to Anspec ‘There is indeed beauty to be found, even in the cold. See how the air is clearer, and its freshness invigorates, alongside the beautiful light...’

He stays outside for a long time, enjoying the chill air, and the silence.

One ear pointing upwards, another one stooping downwards and her front paws dangling by her sides....Dixie moves slowly towards the party who are busy appraising the landscape outside. Her muddled mind doesn't recognize that it's a new entrance, partially forgetting about the presence of a serpent inside the lair.

Aurora? She stares at the colorful lights decorating the nightsky, dancing in unison with some kind natural music. Music? She pokes at the Viol case apparently belonging to a new mousguard and asks him, "Can you play it? It's eerily silent out there."

Charisma (Persuasion):  9 (rolled with disadvantage)

*It's a lute, not a viol.*

"I can." Anspec picks up his loot and plays "Old winter has come."

Performance: 16

The beauty does not last. The dancing colors of the aurora fade, the stars dim, and the gloomy twilight of day is not far off. The patrol travels onward, back to town. Mission completed, despite the cost.

Cresting a small rise in the snow-blanketed wood, the forward members of the patrol notice two mice in a clearing up ahead. Kilmorrow's cloak and Erhard's feathered capelet are plain to see, as they rise and turn to face the patrol. But hackles rise, for in their hearts, they know these are no longer their brothers!

Palest translucent blue, a cold hatred emanates from their lifeless eyes. The slain shrike and spider matriarch rise from the ground, revealing themselves as the fel steeds of the frozen mice, undead all, incorporeal.

Anspec is nearly certain his talents are wasted on them...

Anspec will insult the shrike and give Blackbur bardic inspiration. "You're looking a bit thin! Did your mother refuse to feed you when she saw your face last night?"

*DC 15 Wisdom save or the shrike ghost takes 2 psychic damage and has disadvantage on the next attack roll it makes before the end of its next turn.*

Hurdrak shook his head as he drew the blade, "So speaketh and the claws of despair arrive..."  Leveling his blade low, he sweeps it hard in a arc sending slice of force directed at the shrike.

Eldrich blast Attack: 20 Damage: 7

The song played by Anspec is still playing inside her head and Dixie expresses her thoughts by humming it. Not the sound of Viol she requested at the first instance but of a lute!

She parks her sled near a tree trying to keep the injured Pika away from the clearing. By the time she reaches the clearing, Anspec has already spat insulting words directed at the Shrike and Hurdrak swung his blade. 

Are these undead creatures rising from death because of the song of resting? That's only possible if they're friendly! Dixie attempts to find out their intention.

Wisdom (Insight): 8

Standing just behind Blackbur, Mistral conjures forth grasping weeds; vines sprout from the frozen ground surrounding the undead (Str 13 or restrained). His small white body becomes luminous; his joints glimmer like stars, and glowing lines connect them to form the constellation of an archer. The brightly glowing bat then hurls a luminous arrow at the spider* (Attack: 18 Damage: 6)

(*If restrained; if not he will target in order of priority - the shrike if alive, Kilmorrow then Erhard. I'll edit this with the first roll for case where none are restrained and hence no advantage. Edit - both dice were the same anyway!).

Or perhaps the bard's talents are not wasted after all?! The shrike shrieks in rage, its cry more shrill than when it had lived. It shakes its head back and forth a few times, then settles its glare upon Anspec.

Meanwhile, the slice of force from Hurdrak's sweeping blade cuts into the crying wraith. "Sszzbrrzzzkk!! Brzzk!! Brzzk!!"

Dixie sees through the anger, and sees the symptoms and signs. Kilmorrow and Erhard died in the cold. She knows not what caused them to venture off, or why they have risen, with their enemies. But the specters and wraiths they have become will never know peace, until they have been utterly destroyed.

Mistral summons forth the plants and vines of the forest understory, which have not grown in two years and more. They burst up through the newly-fallen snow, and begin a futile attempt to wrap around the ghostly blue figures in the clearing. To no avail, it is as grasping at smoke. 

The luminous arrow strikes true; and yet it still stands...

Sirithal’s golden eyes narrow in displeasure as he sees the forces arrayed against him and his companions. ‘What is dead should stay DEAD...’ he spits out, before hurling a flaming orb at the spider...

Attack: 11 Damage: 11 (Fire damage)

Blackbur flourishes his cloak behind him before charging in with his sword at the shrike

Attack: 15 Damage: 6 

Whisker's will move in and attack the closest creature while wielding his quarter staff with two hands Attack: 23 Damage: 10, 

He will use his bonus action to kick the same creature if it is still alive, or a neighboring creature if it is not: Attack: 24 Damage: 4

Dixie moves closer to the Wraith while pulling out one of the daggers. She holds the handle with three of her fingers, the sharp side of the blade facing towards her body. Then she releases the dagger with a spin aiming at it's target.

Attack Roll: 18     Damage: 5

As a bonus action, she will keep uttering some mystic words in foreign tongue to cast Hunter's Mark so that the Wraith remains under her radar.

The wraith-spider, with the specter of what was once Kilmorrow floating astride it, shrieks its displeasure, as the flaming orb appears to deliver its full effect! In a movement very unlike that which it possessed in life, it shoots forward directly at Hurdrak, with a sickening, unnatural whhrsshhh. Attack: 17 Damage: 14

The others, however, are not faring so well against the shrike-wraith with the specter of Erhard floating atop it. Sword and staff and dagger pass right through the incorporeal form, though they slow as though passing through water. Still shaking its head from the bard's psychic assault, it charges straight at Blackbur, as though trying to pass straight through him! Attack: 10 Damage: 14

Hurdrak surprised by the quick movement the wraith-spider, barely has time to react.  Without even thinking he's moved the flat of the blade up to intercept with a supporting leg adding strength to the block.

Reaction to use shield spell preventing the massive 14 damage

Hurdrak and Blackbur are both left with the horrified, violated, sensation, that the wraiths had been trying to take something from within them, a piece of their very essence, as they passed through.

Blackbur tries to slash the shrike to bits, angry at this hateful Specter to the point of ignoring everything else

Attack: 14 Damage: 8 

Dixie loads her crossbow by placing a bolt into the groove. Then she aims at the Wraith while kneeling down partially on the ground. Finally, with a sharp exhalation she releases the ammunition. "Blackbur, it won't stop until it's killed someone!"

Attack Roll: 18  Piercing Damage: 8  Magical Damage: 3

A flash of light streaks from Mistral towards the arachnid wraith, causing it to glitter with a dim, mystical light that seems to draw in the luminous arrow he then hurls at the creature.