Grisbane Owes Odin A Dollar
Dave, flaming whisky is a go. Direct hit and Dwayne, Dwayne's cloak, and Dwayne's hair ignite. Dwayne's powers of perception are at full blast- must be that high WI for being a priest- as he yells "EEEAAUGH! I'M ON FIIIIIIIRRRRE!" He takes 3 hp of hot burnin' love damage this round.
Okay, then you cast Summon Animal I. The bobcat furiously floats back down into the tomb and slaps Dwayne a couple times with his paws. While he doesn't have enough HD to do damage to the wight, immune to non-magical paws and all that, your bobcat gives it the old college try. Dwayne reciprocates by beaning Johnannon Trois with his mace, 7 hp, oof, and then touching the bobcat, level-draining his only HD away and turning him into dust.
Mike the zombie turns and slaps Dwayne ineffectually, but doesn't seem to mind.
Cinder, you've got a couple of rounds to do something useful saved up. On the other hand, you might just take "Holding Myself" as a non-weapon proficiency?
Okay Brogg, well I guess Dwayne was right when he called you a pussy. While Dave and your friends the thieves stay and fight, you run. Grisbane is shamed. I guess that's what you get when you're the "God of Halfbreeds". Only half a man and half a fighter. Maybe with your half-a-cleric class you can give them last rites.