Meanwhile, Trilling Blackfeather...

Is living up to his namesake as he trills softly as he nuzzles his sleeping wives, Morning Song and Evening Star. They both were with child and Trilling, both his Light and Dark side, was gladdened. Dark Trilling was proud to have been able to bring a token into the world to pass on the legacy he'd carve out of Terra.....a kingdom for himself and his offspring. Light Trilling was awed at the thought of being the sire of children....and looked forward with all his leonine/avian heart to raising his little chicks.....showing them the simple pleasures in life....and helping them learn the blessed art of flight!

Dark Trilling then pauses, and smiles to himself......

It had taken some careful thought, balancing his desire for revenge with his desire for staying ALIVE! A too bold move would most likely fail miserably and make him a target for these AI/golem creatures that had taken a shining to these goodies. What was called for was a subtle approach. Finally, he had fallen upon a most elegant solution.

They wanted a unified Terra Prime. This was a dream that had caught fire in their hearts. At odd times even HE felt the beginnings of desire for it. However, imagine the crushing sadness to see something dash these hopes...and throw it in the dirt.

The final meeting between various nations would take place in two weeks. The largest players in this game would be there....along with their ambassadors. If one...or all....should conveniently fall over dead, that would throw suspicion about. The poison that would cause it would be a quick....but painful one. He had already been able to use a similar technique on several occasions to stir hate and discontent between Allaria and other nations at critical diplomatic sessions. Nobody would be able to prove just WHO had killed the Helenas, but all would let old biases loose and fingers would be pointed at old opponents/enemies.....and totally ruin this diplomatic meeting!

This would be a double blow for the goodies. First, someone close in their.....clan.... would have died. Second, it would take a miracle for such a meeting to take place again after something like this....with suspicions running wild. And with that.....with things not so bloody unified.....other plans for vengeance would be easier....perhaps.

1. Trilling, still suffering from the long journey here to the Military base closes his eyes and sleeps. We then turn our story back to the adventure already in progress....

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