Of what loves makes us all

On the 360th day, Mirrax was aboard the Lobstrocity, preparing it for the coming battle. It's first teleport had shaken everything loose, and the ship had arrived in a state that was barely airworthy, let alone ready for combat. Djinn ships are delicate and complicated affairs, made to drift lazily through the cloudy portions of the plane of air not teleport across the dense atmosphere of the material plane.
Still, she was satisfied that they were almost good to go. There was some noise happening outside, a deep booming voice and the sounds of shouting. Probably Lord Shades giving some sermon to the people. He seemed the type, and it wasn't unusual to hear people shouting at him. He was the type for that too.
First Mate Helga halfstorm burst in, holding a stack of status reports from the various engineers. Subtly and smoothly Mirrax turned to face her, making sure her face contained no element of surprise. She also managed to flip the framed painting of Killingsworth face down before Helga could see it.
"Shut the door behind you. And learn to knock"
"Sorry Miss. I've got the reports, we're good to go. The airsails are repaired, and the bomb bay is loaded"
Mirrax allowed herself a small smile, a forward scout for later facial expressions.
"Excellent. We're so very close. His Birdship brought this unholy hell down on himself. As long as Greyton is standing, we have technically succeeded"
Helga nodded carefully, watching Mirrax carefully. After a moment she spoke
"Do you think Orcus' forces will come after us?"
Mirrax's reconnoitering smile retreated to allow a grin to take center stage
"No. Orcus has messed with us before,and he has learned his lesson. Indeed, nothing in the Valley really threatens us now that we control the Lobrstocity, and what lies beneath its decks"
Helga paused, then ventured "So, is there any need for the masks?"
Mirrax shook her head "No, I guess not"
Mirrax's face froze in a neutral expression, and very carefully she worked her fingers behind her ears, undoing the clasps. Finally getting them undone, she gently lowered the living disguise onto the table. Accross from her, Helga was struggling with her own face. With a click, her face came away, freeing Helga's clammy green skin from the confines of her disguise. Mirrax gently extended her tongue to moisten her eyeball, and watched Helga;s amphibian features perform the same maneuver.
"Tsathogga be praised. Those things are like wearing a slice of beef on your face all day. I'm so glad we're done with them"
The two Tsathar Froglords marshed onto the deck, the thick droplets of rain moistening their skin. Mirrax picked up her enchanted megaphone, and addressed her audience.
"APRIL FOOLS"