As he moves out Driss sees that the siren is still down. 

He casts Healing Word 4

"Hope that helps. I m drained. The storms will not lend me anymore favors."

“Storms bad... blow-ups ship sometimes.” Cannons says, returning from the depths of his mind.

Xyran shrugs "Guess we going! Coulda taken the lot of them if he wasn't cheating!"  and heads towards the gangplank to get off the ship. 

“Right!? First he goes invisible, then he doubles up on invisibility! Cheating little ponce!”

Polly picks up Adrima, takes off, and falls like a rock.  Thanks to Retoig's quick thinking--or quick action, at any rate--the sirens land on the gangplank, instead of the far-below dock or ocean.  Driss fails to revive Adrima, who appears to be in some sort of a coma.  You set off down the gangplank, with Retoig carrying both Adrima and Cannons. 

Mists swirl about you, obscuring your vision; you see--or think you see--strange, horrible scenes in them--great worms the size of ships, swimming through vast expanses of sand, dry and desolate; legions upon legions of creatures straight out of your nightmares, marching on a helpless village; a metal ceratops, but with no frill and only one horn, stampeding across tall metal grass; a massive humanoid-looking creature made entirely of water, stabbing at a merfolk with a two-pronged trident; a metal dragonfly with incredibly ornate wings, one that you can somehow tell isn't natural, following and observing a human wearing a peculiar draped garment through what must surely by Orazca, the legendary City of Gold--but as soon as you turn to look at them, they disappear. 

After a few minutes of walking, you hear the sounds of ranged combat, then come across the remainder of the Legion's invasion force, headed up the gangplank in a fighting retreat.  A stray fire bolt, probably from a Fathom Fleet pyromancer, whizzes by Cannons' head.  The vampires are about 30 feet in front of you; you can't see your fellow pirates.  It's your turn. 

OOC: Inspiration to Cannons for the Monty Python reference.  Also, inspiration to Polly for mysterious, spooky reasons. 

“And now we’re hallucinating! Why is there still a war going on!? Hey bloodbag! Drop dread!” Vicious Mockery from an Angry Bird! DC 13 Wis Save or 4 psychic damage.

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OOC: Inspiration to Cannons for the Monty Python reference.  Also, inspiration to Polly for mysterious, spooky reasons. 

Wis save: 19

Dex save: 4

Damage: 3

A rank-and-file conquistador, one of the few left, ignores Polly completely. 

A black-robed priest leaps back as Cannons' fire engulfs his right leg. 

OOC: Sure, you still get inspiration. 

Rushing to the side of the ship and looking down at the incoming Legionnaires. Placing his hand on the railing, he tries to send his mind to the ship.  "Help me." Arcturis draws his blade and prepares to defend himself and possibly the ship from boarders.

Retiog finds a spot, hopefully out of the way of harm behind some crates, to place Adrima's unconscious body. Slinging his shield around and drawing his mace, the orc exhales heavily before charging up into the frey. 

Bonus Action, Rage (final one)

OOC: Don't think I have an attack as I've put Adrima down, and then brandished my shield and mace?

Driss will move next to Arcturis readying shield and mace. 

He nods at the warrior. 

OOC readying my action for a reaction. 

The ship ignores Arcturis. 

Retoig looks around, but the safest place he can find to put Adrima is behind himself. 

OOC: Driss, did you already have your shield on?  If not, putting it on takes your action.  If so, can I assume that you're Readying your action to Attack the first vampire other that Arcturis to come in range? 

OOC: yes. Sorry about that. Assume away. 

"Well at least we can see those" Xyran takes the Dodge

OOC: Just missing Grifhook. 

As soon as Grifhook sees the black-robed priest amidst the vampires headed toward them he takes aim with his Thunder Cannon, "No more blood bag hoodoo!" he yells as it blasts a round towards them.

Ranged Attack: 11

Ranged Attack: 19  Damage: 11 piercing damage + 2 thunder damage.

OOC: Used one of my inspiration. It probably didn't work out.

After missing the priest, Grifhook grumbles to himself and attempts to hide while he collects himself.

Dexterity (Stealth) check: 10

OOC: Worse rolls I have ever done so far. Hopefully, we'll be okay.

Grifhook takes a shot at the black-robed priest, but forgets to account for the slope of the gangplank.  He then tries to hide behind Polly's legs. 

The priest pinpoints Cannons and lashes out at him with a minor spell.  Cannons, Wis save. 

A pair of soldiers turn as one and move to flank the party, but have to get past Retoig and Driss first.  One (6 and 10 to hit; 3 and 2 damage after resistance) skillfully flicks his blade past Retoig's guard, landing a blow to the orc's shield arm and a cut on his cheek.  The other comes in range of Driss' mace (14, 10 damage) and is stunned for a split second by a blow to his head, but counterattacks (8, 22, 6 damage), driving his rapier through the cleric's chest. 

An unarmored, ravening vampire leaps over his comrade (5) and lands on Retoig's shield, his fangs scant inches from the orc's neck, before being thrown off. 

Wis 15

Cannons is oblivious. 

Once I find out if Driss or Retoig went down, it's the party's turn. 

Driss is still up. But barely.