Xari takes a moment to gesture and mutter, casting Blade Ward on himself (and will continue to do so while sneaking is not necessary).

"Lead on, master merchant of Greenest."  (Xari saw no reason to disbelieve Aimon's earlier claim).  "I'll bring up the rear.  Maybe when we do have to fight, we can do a little corpse-robbery and pass ourselves off as cultists and..." the big man glances at Rox.  "...And a kobold."

"There are some not in robes as well. It's likely we don't all need to dress up to look the part. Being able to roam the streets freely would be...Helpful." Likewise, Hadrian gestures for Aimon to lead, more than happy to let the man show them the best way to their destination.

He will take a curious glance at Xari, tilting his head as he watches the big man go through the same incantation and motions he's seen more than a few times now. Though he wasn't sure what the spell was. "What is that you're doing Xarian?"

"I've already got this," Aimon says, holding up the blue dragon half-mask he'd pillaged from one of the cultists earlier in the night. He slips it over his face.

After a second thought he takes it off again.

"We'll just have to be careful if we come across other Greenest folk, especially the Lord. We don't want our disguises to be too good."

An image of Lord Myrren charging him with a sword in hand fills Aimon's mind. He grimaces and swallows hard.

"All right, this way."

He starts to lead the little infiltration group down the stream toward the western part of town.

Aimon leads you swiftly and quietly along the stream, sticking to the trees when possible. You briefly have to pause before going under a bridge, as yet another group of a dozen or so raiders (a mixture of half-elves, humans, and dwarves) jog over it carrying a hodgepodge of different weapons - none wear robes.

He leads you into the next set of trees, and stops. This is close by where that forward-camp was. They've been careful about not setting any of the buildings on fire around it, so this street is still mostly dark - save for when it's lit bit some raider walking by with a torch.

You see a group of four raiders in robes and two kobolds walk into the building directly northwest from you on the opposite side of cobbled road.

How would you like to proceed from here?

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He will take a curious glance at Xari, tilting his head as he watches the big man go through the same incantation and motions he's seen more than a few times now. Though he wasn't sure what the spell was. "What is that you're doing Xarian?"

Xari jumps, then winces as if caught doing something questionable.  "Oh!  I, I... i-it's, ah..."  He pats his pack with the corner of a tattered book poking out.

"Just one of the s-simple cantrips I was finally able to learn out of this bloody b-book I've been studying for weeks.  Blade Ward, it's called.  J-just a little boost to this old scale mail I wear.  Makes me a little h-harder to hit, while I concentrate on it.  W-which isn't long..."

--- Later ---

Peering through the gloom and firelight with his ordinary vision, Xari is just barely able to make out the figures entering the structure.  He rolls his broad shoulders once more and draws the Greatsword, +1 that Governor Nighthill had bequeathed to him.  The big man's drawl returns, stutter gone.

"Ever hear the riddle with the four murderous cultists and two kobolds who walk into a building in the middle of a burning town?  How many walk out?"

If he thinks he can do so without being heard by the enemies, Xari casts Blade Ward once more.

Aimon's brow creases as he tries to remember this tale. He rubs his pointed chin in thought.

"No, I don't think I have- oh. Wait. I see what you mean," he says finally, eyes going wide with realisation.

"Quietly though. This is near where that large group of raiders were gathered."

For now, Evelyn maintains her elven form. "I don't think an elk or a panther would make for a very convincing cultist." Her voice is quiet as she peers ahead, towards the building the group of raiders had walked into. 

"Ready when you are."

[Stealth]: 12

Nodding along, Hadrian files away the big man's explanation of the spell for later.

As they later hunch together in the trees, he chuckles at Xarian's joke. "Try not to make too much of a mess of their outfits, we need them."

Stealth: 15

Aimon crouches between the trees, concentrating to extinguish the almost unconscious play of lightning around his hands. He attempts to keep to the shadows, stepping lightly across the ground as he prepares to follow the others.

Stealth: 4

Bolstered by Evelyn as she taps his shoulder to grant him a strange boon of primal Guidance, Xari is still louder in his clanking scale mail than perhaps an elk moving through tall grass would have been.  But quieter than a stampeding hippopotamus, so there's that.

Xari's Stealth at disadvantage plus Guidance:  7 + 4 = 11

The big man whispers back to Hadrian.  "Aim for the neck.  Got it.  Keep the bodies and the masks intact."

Even though Aimon moves clumsily as you cross the road, the thickening smoke from the burning buildings and general chaos of the raid seems to go a long way in masking your movement. You begin to cross the threshold into the home, where the raiders are busy picking apart the house for valuables...

Give me a vague marching order and roll initiative!

This time, since it is a full out attack, Xari would be leading the charge instead of rear guard, Nighthill's Greatsword, +1 drawn in one hand.

Xari's Initiative:  20 (dirty)

Aimon, as clumsy and awkward as he is, hangs toward the back of the group.

Initiative: 16

Hadrian slips in directly behind Xarian, fanning out as soon as possible.

Hadrian Initiative: 21 (swap with Xari if he wants)

[Initiative]: 12

Evelyn goes in right after Hadrian, but maybe stays behind the two if she can.

You through the door into the home and begin to spread out,  andcatch the raiders unaware as they loot the home.

• Two robed cultists( (A) & (B) ) go through a wine rack in the dining area of the small home.
• Another two cultists ( (C) & (D) ) struggle to get open a chest in a small bedroom you can see from the entrance. You catch them mid-swear, and figure it isn't going so well.
• In the room to your right, two kobolds ( (A) & (B) ) dig through straw-filled crates.

The interior of the home is lit by two torches carelessly thrown on the floor (Xarian stands over one currently, the other is in the storeroom to the right.)

Xarian, Hadrian, and Aimon!

Rox Initiative: 6

Xari spots the two cultists (A and B) adjacent to each other by the wine rack and recalls one of his few painstakingly memorized cantrips.  He strides past Hadrian in an attempt decapitate one and send green flame to singe another, then falls back to his original position protecting Aimon.

"Guard corporal of mine tried his hand at making wine," he drawls.  "Got soused and fell into a cask.  A poor vintage, and his corpse did not improve it."

Movement:  NW - W - NW (attack from 5' E of Cultist A) - then IF Cultist A dies - SE - E - SE back to where he started.

Action:  Xari casts Green Flame Blade with his Greatsword, +1, targeting Cultist A.
Green Flame Blade with Greatsword, +1 to hit:  14
Green Flame Blade with Greatsword, +1 damage:  13 (slashing)
Green Flame Blade on a hit, Secondary Damage to Cultist B, adjacent to original target:  4 (fire)
Greatsword, +1 Graze Weapon Mastery:  on a miss, the original target (Cultist A) still takes damage: 4 (slashing)

Bonus Action:  (None)

Aimon, still unsure whether he should even be here, starts to conjure a familiar crackle of blue lightning in his hand. At the last moment, he recalls Xarian's suggestion that he might need to try another element. A half a second later he also recalls the need to keep the cultist's robes in tact.

He focuses intently on the power coalescing between his fingers, willing to change. He feels it respond and the crackling blue lightning swirls into a purple pulsing light. He throws it at the first figure he sees: one of the cultists in front of him in the bedroom. The energy swirls around the cultist's head, trying to worm its way into their mind.

"I can sling something other than lightning!" he says proudly to Xarian.

Action: Cast Sorcerous Burst at (D). Attack: 13. Damage: 15 psychic (rolled an 8 on the first die).

Hadrian glances over the situation, noting how the raiders are haphazardly spread throughout the home. The longsword in his hand flickers momentarily. It was too short for this. He exhales and lets it go, letting the blade dissolve into a thread of light. From it, a more suitable weapon forms. A glaive of dark metal, with a blade edge that gleams red. 

He steps a little further into the room, planting his foot as he swings the bladed end in an arc at one of the robed cultists.

Bonus Action: Pact of the Blade - As a Bonus Action, you can conjure a pact weapon in your hand—a Simple or Martial Melee weapon of your choice (Glaive)
Movement: 5 N
Action: Glaive (20 to hit), (14 radiant) - (Cultist B)

The raiders barely have time to register what's happening to them before three of them drop in quick succession. Green and red light play across the walls as Xari and Hadrian cut through the two cultists that had been in the kitchen. In the bedroom, you hear a thud as a third falls to the ground, bleeding from their nose and eyes.

Eve - they killed everyone who would have gone before you, so you're up!