[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=b8860b]Location:[/color][/b] Deymin's Tower (2F) 
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        Every so often, Keystone wished that there was a viable, marketable alternative to stairs. He trained on stairs, carrying water buckets up and down and whatnot, and was a very constitute fellow as it came to acts of endurance, but stairs just seemed to always be such an obstacle. Maybe that was the point of them in a fortification. Whatever the architect who designed this place had in mind, it was his burden to bear [i]now[/i], so he'd better get to bearing it. 

        What awaited Keystone on the third floor struck him as peculiar. And very much not what he was expecting. The group had made some headway, but were still outnumbered and in horrible tactical position. As much as the large man hated using magic, it looked to be an appropriate time for it. With a sigh, he breathed the word, [color=b8860b]"Arcos."[/color] activating the bracers on his forearms. The tingle of magical energy answered, and he raised his hands to a ready position before setting to task. From the stairway, Keystone began making his way over to the centipede harrassing Sana to the side of the room, shouting in the manner of the City Guard of his homeland, [color=b8860b]"What's all this, then?"[/color]