Expedition Open The Urk Expedition: A Grand Performance

[Silvertongue and Greeneye]

Silvertongue paced nervously back and forth. Two hours had passed and the crew, along with Talinn, were waiting for Morgan and Vihma's 'performance' to begin.

"Alright, it'll be just like we practiced. We've got this. It's only the entire crew that we're performing for!"

"Again, I don't bleedin' like dis." Greeneye muttered, his arms crossed.

"Well, too bad." Silvertongue pulled Greeneye into a hug. "Wish me luck!" He said, before turning and dashing out onto the main deck, doing a cartwheel before landing on his feet.

"Captain! Crew of the Golden Hide! Today you shall be regaled by the tale of a warlord great and terrible! Cluny! The Scourge! The terrible rat from far away lands, who left a trail of destruction wherever he walked, from the frozen lands of the north to the steaming jungles of the south! No one was safe from this savage beast! And lo, who is that which approaches no, except for the two terrible generals of his army!"

"That's yer queue." Greeneye nodded to Morgan and Vihma.

@Morgan Liu @Vihmastaja @Duke Talinn Ryalor @Gyles @Ralynn Waverunner

 

[Morgan Liu]

Morgan had been doing a few stretches, practicing routines she'd learned once in an underground boxing ring. She'd only lasted a few weeks there before Bezine had found out, freaked, and insisted on moving the family to the next province over, but her time there had still been valuable... and quite lucrative. At Silvertongue's cue, she bounded up onto the 'stage', which was really just a few boxes and barrels pushed together. "Ah, shut yer yaps, yah mangy curs!" she snarled at the few members of the audience who were leaned in, talking to each other. She affected her best roguish accent, one she'd picked up during a stay in a village on the southern side of the Mahsterious Sahthern Cahntinent. "Lookit ya, th' mangiest lot e'er t' rove th' ten seas an' twen'y cahntinents. Yah call yerselves a horde?" She intentionally overemphasized the H, putting a bit of grit into it. "If yah wan' ta be worthy a' servin' under th' great Cluny th' Scourge, ya better show it! When he arrives, I wanna 'ear every one ah th' lotta ya cheerin' fer yer leader, th' legend 'imself! Now let me 'ear you cheer, ya mangy lot!"

A small cheer, rather devoid of effort and intent, went up from among the crew. Morgan scowled at that. "Ah, tha' were pathetic! A buncha woodland mice coul' do better! If ya wanna follow th' great Cluny th' Scourge inta legend, you'll 'ave t' do better 'n 'at! Now, let's 'ear it again! Cheer, ya mutts!"

This time a much more enthusiastic and boisterous cheer went up from the audience. Morgan grinned, glancing over at Vihma. "Now 'at's better! Now, I, General Mogrin," she improvised a name on the spot, "will be directin' our horde t'night t'gether with my fellow general-" She gestured sweepingly to Vihma, passing off the lead and the energy of the scene to her partner.

 

[Vihmastaja]

The weasel’s heart shot up in her throat as Morgan introduced her character. Gates, she hadn’t decided on a name yet, had she?

She nearly stumbled into view after the ferret, trying impossibly to keep the sheepishness she felt from flowing out from her demeanor, keeping up a desperate smile that didn't quite extend to her eyes.

“Er, general Redfang… yarr!”

Half-hearted introduction aside, the weasel coughed to clear her throat, making it seem as though her delivery had been stunted by something other than shyness and embarrassment.

Lending more force to her trying voice, Vihma tried following the plan that'd been set out - at least so far as she remembered it. Introduce Cluny... or was she supposed to talk about raiding the town? Any lines she'd tried to memorize melted in her mouth, and so she merely looked back to Greeneye offstage, looking for any help she could get.

Alcohol was not normally a crutch of hers, but she found herself wanting nothing more than a pint of grog to wash the shame down with. Maybe two. If only she’d been able to drink before the performance was due…

 

[Duchess Dusk Rainblade]

Morgan caught Vihma's stage fright, and swiftly stepped in to compensate. "An' we two'll be leadin' yeh t' conquer, raid, an' pillage th' countryside t'nigh', under th' command o' our fearless leader! Now, I wanna 'ear every paw a clappin' fer the legend 'imself! Presentin' th' conqueror o' th' Far North, th' pillager o' th' eastern mines, th' only beas' t' lead a horde righ' int' th' Sahthern Cahntinen' itself - th' one, th' only, Cluny th' Scourge!"

She backed away as the crew got into it, cheering and roaring for the legend to appear.