Thread: The Lady in Waiting (Lady Bloody Ava & Greeneyed23)

Get the hell out of here!! Gregory kicked the legs beside his savagely making the two tavern wenches yelp in pain and scurry off the bed to gather their things and scramble away still naked. Gregory's head hurt. He had been up late listening to William's mad schemes. Finally he had gone to this tavern, the Bugling Blue boy or somesuch nonsense and after a fight with the thick who had been trying to get the lute player to give a performance of some false Irish ballad he had found these two wenches who had been interested in him and the tales of his...equipment. He grunted as he scratched at his tool, indeed a mighty beast that many maidens and matrons had been hungry to view, The tales of Gregory and his bull like nature were enormously prevalent earning him a fearsome reputation amongst both men and women leaving only the more adventurous of both sexes to seek his attention. Sniffing he washed his face and body with the basin and rag then got dressed. He had some business of his own this morning. William thought it would serve his purposes but though Gregory was a demon of sorts and a madman in truth, he was also no fool. In fact his teaching from his father and Rallon had given him a quick and sharp mind and wit he often hid behind his anger and hulking size. Only those two and James had seen the truth of him. While Rallon had loved and sought to aid his brother, and their father had tried to give him an outlet and guide him, James had just loved his mighty big brother. That had been the only time Gregory had been able to escape his anger. When he was with James. the boy did not pester him nor did he kowtow to the much larger man. He simply spoke to him and would often get Gregory to take him fishing or hunting. When Erik, John, and Micheal had hung the bow Gregory had been furious but it was too late. This more than anything is what had lead to his frenzy of violence that had nearly killed his sisters and destroyed his parents corpses. James had even come to him in a dream last night. I understand brother. I shall wait for you in heaven. I love you. And this was why Gregory was in a towering rage today. So like James to understand being murdered. Gregory missed Rallon. He suspected Rallon would kill him for what he had done but Gregory wouldn't mind. Rallon was the one person on earth he feared and truly respected. He thought of even telling Rallon what he had done and why...would begin their battle. Then Rallon would kill him and Gregory would be free. No matter. He saw his destination. The family in the farmhouse had not yet risen as they currently had no tasks awaiting them. Gregory checked the house before dismounted and with no effort pushed the farm's sturdy cart against the only door and locked it in place with a large rock. Then he had stuffed the two windows, really just openings in the wall, full of straw still moving silently letting the family sleep. Once he had this accomplished he took the rest of the straw and lit on fire tossing it onto the roof. Once this was done he threw pitch onto the walls and roof the flames erupting them. First the thatched roof burned through dropping burning pitch down onto the family within, then the stones of the walls began to heat and explode as the mortar melted and with ten minutes the house collapsed atop the family within. As it smoldered Gregory went to his horse, careful to erase his footprints, and mounted then rode away into the forest circling around as the other families nearby came to check on their neighbors. Within two hours he had so burned another six houses and killed another ten people, including a boy who had spotted him so Gregory had dropped a burning beam atop the boy. He grinned as he rode away from the Locks holdings dropping the knife he had taken from the thick as he went. The knife was special. It had been forged by Carrruthers the personal smith of the Degan family, the thick had stolen it and had been seen which is the true reason Gregory had killed him. Ending and silencing the trail though the people in the tavern were not yet aware the man was dead. Gregory laughed as he saw the Lock's knights riding out to investigate knowing what they would find. As he rode back into town he saw the chance and knocked the display table for the Degan's pottery den, run by a tiny little woman named Rachel, over shattering several dozen pieces ruining the day's income. Rachel rushed out squalling as Gregory rode on while the Degan's guards pointed out some Lock men who were nearby and the fight was on. Gregory grinned to himself wickedly. A good day's work. He saw that pompous grinning fool Roran Lock rushing toward the scene and seeing another chance he shifted his horse then fell from the saddle with a bellow landing atop the smaller man. Get off me you heaping cretin!! I-ohhh. Roran blanched as he saw Gregory's face. Grgeory hiccuped gripping his head. Brother Roran could you assist me? I seem to have fallen from my horse. Roran tried to see over the man's shoulder but was not nearly tall enough. With a nod and a quick, of course Brother Gregory. he began to try to heft Gregory into his saddle. Gregory made sure he held a tight grip on his saddle and locked his left leg against the ground then began to shoved with his arms and right foot making his massive warhorse circle around both men making Roran stumble through the mud splashing his elegant clothes with the filth. Seeing the fight at an end Gregory stopped the horse and let Roran heave him onto the saddle. You are most kind Brother Roran. i shall commend you to your father. May I aid you? Roran shook his head. No thank you Brother Gregory. I must attend to some private business. Gregory nodded and rode on watching from the corner of his eye as Roran rushed toward his dead men shouting at the Degan guards who brandished their spears at him dangerously. Gregory was still in fine fettle as he rode by the Benedict manor. Smirking he stopped and spoke to the doorman. My good man is your mistress home? I- Gregory swept from the saddle with such speed the man froze only to find himself slammed against the gate the man's hand gripping his tunic holding him a full foot in the air. I asked you a question little man. How dare you disrespect a nobleman?! The man gulped. My lord i- SILENCE!! Gregroy gave a shove and with a crash the gate's bolt snapped under his force as he hurled the man into the gate. Beyond the crumpled man stood one of the pages. You boy! The page jumped. My lord? Inform your mistress I must speak to her. Out here. i shall need to pay for the damage to her gate. It seems your man there chose to damage it. I shall ensure it does not happen again. While the boy stared Gregory planted his foot on the man's skull and with a twist of his hips crushed the man's skull. Quick with you boy. The page fled inside right to Lady Rose. My lady!! He jabbered madly explaining what he had just witnessed and begged Rose to protect them from the madman. Meanwhile Gregory stood in the street examining the gate nodding. He was already holding a large pouch of gold ignoring the other men who were watching him carefully. He was unaware that his feet were covered in the blood and brains of his victim but he did grin. Because of his status all he was required to do was to pay for the gate and the man which the pouch would more than take care of. And the message to Rose and his dear sisters would be unmistakeable. When Gregory was ready nothing would protect them from his might. He waited quite patiently for Rose to come out even beginning to whistle a happy little tune between his teeth. The knight who had escorted Rose to the cemetery watched the monster and gripped his sword-hilt tightly praying the monster would not attack anyone else. he was not sure he had the numbers to contain this beast. He was not sure anyone did. ----- At the center of the city William was sitting at tea with Lords Lock, Degan, Trast and a number of others when he noticed the smoke out the window and knowing Gregory had succeeded he smiled into his cup making sure to arrange his face when he lowered it. Things were proceeding beautifully.