1. Bentley Gravelmarrow

    Open The Old Ivories

    A quick rapport of words uncommon from Bentley to the back, the sound of deep rumblings in ancient halls with downward petrified gazes from the elder Bentley. The language of Runefolk, quickly delivering in punching rumblings as to the business of the knight's vittels and sustainances. A quick...
  2. Bentley Gravelmarrow

    Open The Old Ivories

    Bentley's directive to the piano had been followed, a ruddy face halfling was now at the piano who was about the business of summoning a jaunty tune, the left hand striding as the right hand did remind Bentley of younger days. Bentley himself had quick stepped approached, being the master of...
  3. Bentley Gravelmarrow

    Open The Old Ivories

    The piano had seen better days. The wood panels barely contained the arranged teeth so uniform in comparison to the crookedness of the warped frame. The pedals were booming when depressed and all too slow to release, marked with oxidation. Countless stains from toasts and cheers, endless ash in...
  4. Bentley Gravelmarrow

    Bentley Gravelmarrow

    When the muscle is all knuckles and relentless pummelings, when gravel is setting in the bones and creeping silt in joints does render a fist easier to strike and render than any handshake, that's Benley's retirement contingency in effect. When the fight's on, the granite of aged ambition forms...
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