PvP Dungeon Hunter

Betrayal

Moax was up far earlier than everyone else, he sneaked out of the tent with a few quick glances back at his team. In the tent, he took his training axe with him and the bare necessities, water, and pieces of wrapped food. He marked his back with the red paint as he mentally prepared for a war against himself. The defeat of last night still stung deeply in his mind. One he hoped that he would be able to redeem.

He stepped outside to realize, the fools had not even taken the first basic steps to secure the camp. Moax passed the people who were supposed to be on duty. They couldn’t have made a shift change not longer than an hour or two ago and yet they were deep in sleep. If this was anywhere else they would all be dead already. Ceventia made these young bloods weak and he would not be a part of it.

Even those he considered friends would make him weak, he had to wipe his mind clean of it all. No one took the basics into consideration that they were nothing more than disposable tools. The thought fluttered through his mind as he walked deeper and deeper into the forest. It would take a while before the rest of the camp woke, ate, and then were ready for departure.

He had all the time he needed out here as he selected his opponent. He took his rage out upon the tree. With each strike that connected, with his rusty training axe, he thought of how that man was able to defeat him. How did he move so fast for one so old and why did he even bother to challenge him in the first place? Tiom is an old man, Moax didn’t have to, but after drinking, his mind had seemed to find the slightest insult unbearable over everything else, and then the man defeated him easily. With a move he could not see, he hit the blade into the tree and this time it stuck forcing him to have to yank it out.

Who exactly was this man? Weren’t only adventures supposed to be that strong?

That’s what they told him in Ceventia, that only the strongest came from the guild. That for him was left wanting and he would never get to see it.

They were also a few specialized warriors that came from the army and that man, he looked like none of the above, so then how was he that strong? He recalled some of the instructors that had been looking over him at the academy training section when he had first touch the ball and it determined his potential for growth. Those men didn’t give off that aura that Tiom had. Was it restraint control over their power or was he still not yet not strong enough to tell.

He bit his lip and hit the tree with his fist.

“Not strong enough! Not strong enough! I am Moax, a barbarian strength is in my blood and strength is all I know. I will challenge and kill those who I deem worthy to prove myself.”

I will prove myself to you, father, I will show you that I am capable of being the next leader.

A Pidgeon sounded as it landed by Moax, it had the patterns that he would recognize anywhere. It was from his father in its claws was a message which it dropped before him and took up a perched position on a tree nearby.

He carefully looked around his surroundings, although the grass reached up to his knees and he was surrounded mostly by trees. There was always the possibility that someone was watching. He did it in a way that made his actions seem natural as he pretended to be training. There were a few birds in the tree but one looked more peciluar than the others, it was a raven.

When he was certain no one was watching him, Moax took up the message, and the first words on it as he read was for him to give a report on what had happened, and a status update. His father had not even asked him how he had been since he left to pretend to be an orphan and join the Adventurers Guild. He had built bonds here and now his father asked him to easily betray them, for what? For some jewellery that he could not identify. He figured he was not the only one here spying on the group, his father was not one to leave things to chance. There were probably others either trailing along or in the group itself and these vague messages and vague replies were also safety measures.

It still didn’t make Moax feel better as he attacked the tree with more vigorousity again. Would he have to kill Brandon and Alina? He didn’t want to do it, but his father’s message was giving him little choice in what was to come but then he might be able to prove himself by killing the one called Tiom. He gave his reply to the message and watched the bird fly away, with that his head sunk for a while looking down at his feet.

Perhaps he should kill Maetino, he always seemed to be able to figure things out. Poison, maybe? He wondered, he had a few, but that was not really his forte. He thought on the matter as he walked back into camp and heard the noise of people waking up.

“Where did you go Moax?” a voice asked.

He turned to see Maetino staring at him holding a book under his arm.

“For a walk.”

“A walk?” he asked, his eyes fell upon his axe and then back towards his book. “Not my concern.” He left him and walked backed towards the tent.

Yes, if  Maetino is left unchecked, he might be a problem.  Moax thought.

He looked at the food that was being assorted, spying for Maetino’s favourite. He decided then and there in his mind that he would poison him.

He waited for his opportunity without saying anything and when the chance came, he poured some of it onto the food. It was not a lot, but he hoped it did the trick.