Twilight Inn - Room #3

This is no where near the typical room in the Twilight Inn. There are twobeds in the room, covered with king-sized plush mattresses. Over thetwo beds are two blue comforters, each with silver lining. On the northwall is an oval shaped window which is bolted shut for some strangereason. On either side of the window are some shelves which currently have nothing upon them. On the eastern wall is a small closet and thedoor into the main hallway is to the south. Though, there are someother things in this room that catch your attention. Numerous writtencarvings can be seen on nearly everything!

The south door is open.

Exits: south

Razz feels uneasy. This does not bode well. It almost feels like something impending is about to happen... She could feel it with her psi sense, feel it with her body... Drawing a long breath, the elf girl shook her head, trying to make herself relax.

Justin sits on the far bed, hunched over with his head in his hands. "Gods. That went poorly." He frowns across the room at Razz as she draws her breath and shakes her head. "Are you alright?"

Razz turned to face Justin, her face expressing a bit of the unease that she's feeling. "I think so. What happened after I left?"

Justin looks horribly tired of it all. "All hell broke loose. Kaze and Eikigou showed up after Alfghar froze half the place over, and they all sat around and had a grand old time while Alfghar killed that one effeminate guy, or tried to."

Razz frowned. "Who?"

Justin starts to answer, pauses, stops. "Uh, which who?"

Razz shook her head again. Nevermind. "All of them, I don't know any of those people that you mentioned." Razz sighed, and thought that perhaps she'd be better refreshed after a washing. "I think I'll go take a bath."

Justin grins, sourly. "Sounds like a plan. If we hadn't just levelled the bar, I'd think I'd go have a drink. If I drank."

Razz had already set one foot into the bathroom when Justin mentioned going to have a drink. Abruptly she paused, and turned back to face Justin. "Would you... Would you stay here? Please?"

Justin blinks. "Of course. There's not much of anywhere to go until morning, in any case. I'll be right here."

Razz nodded, somewhat reluctantly, and closed the door behind her. Later found the elf girl undressed and soaking in the tub of hot water, puffs of white steam filling the bathroom. Splashes of water could be heard as Razz raised an arm to slide the wash cloth over a shoulder, but her eyes are open, and her expression growing more and more apprehensive by the moment. Something is about to happen... Something is about to happen... Something /is/ happening... Eventually, Razz couldn't help but call out at the direct of the door. "Justin? Are you still there?"

Justin comes alert again as though someone had thrown a switch. "Razz? Something wrong?"

Razz spent a moment in silence again, before answering. "No, nothing. Just wanted to know if you're still there." And she curles up in the water, and wrappes her arms around herself. Be calm, be calm...

Justin frowns, faintly. "Ahh...well, I said. I'll be right here if you need me."

Razz became quiet once more, and she continued on with her washing, when an odd twitch in her belly caught her attention. Placing a hand over her stomach, she wondered absent mindedly, whether this is- Suddenly her wash cloth slipped from her hand, and she was about to pick it back up from the tub, when a violent jerk startled her. Her expression turned blank, her subconscious knowing a horror that her conscious mind did not - until the hot, tearing pain ripped through her womb, and tore a blood-curdling scream from her throat. The water in the tub turned rapidly pink, the shade growing darker, and darker...

Justin doesn't know what could possibly have happened in there, but does it matter? It doesn't even seem like his feet touched the ground between his bed and the door to the bathroom. Or like he ever opened it, it just suddenly wasn't in his way. "What the--" He skids across the tiled floor and catches himself on the wall over the tub to avoid falling into it. "What happened?"

Razz can't speak. No, speaking is completely out of the question. The white, hot pain that seared through her being put thinking pretty much out of the question too. No, all Razz can do, right now, is just to clutch at herself, sit in the blood tinted water, with her eyes nearly rolled back up into her head, and scream.

Justin can't see where she's bleeding from in all the red water. First action, get her the hell out of it. She'll have to forgive him for his painful grip later, but it's hard to lift someone covered in soapy water securely enough to cart them out of a room. He about manages to get her to a bed.

Razz's wide, unseeing eyes snapped open, and she clutched tightly at Justin's shirt, her death grip turning her hands white. In the midst of all the agonizing cries and mindless gibbers, the only thing that can be made out from her speech is a frantic "I'm losing it, I'm losing it!!!"

Justin is notable for his clarity of thought in panic situations. He remembers Razz worrying to him that she was never to have children. Despite his discretion, he can see quite well whence she's bleeding. It's not a tough connection to make. The most he can do is hope to minimize the symptoms. Starting with healing magic to slow the bleeding. Gods damn it three times, it's been too long since he's done this...

Razz scream, and cried, and gibbered insensibly, the pain and panic blocking out her sense and logic. All she knows, is that she's losing her child, her child, the one, precious - "Don't take it from me! Don't! Aaagghh!!" She screamed hoarsely, the pain seems as if it's ripping her in shreds. Her eyes are wide and unfocused, her wet hair frayed, plastered on her face. She never let up her grip on Justin, and she pleaded, and cried "Don't let me lose it! Don't let me lose it!!!"

Justin forces out, in breaks in his chanting, that he's doing what he can. No 'hold on' or 'you'll be alright' nonsense, he hasn't the faintest idea if she can hold on, or if she will be alright. He curses Crulath for forcing them into this, and himself for not being prepared, and whoever layed the curse on Razz originally, and keeps the healing up as fast as he can cast. It's not making much difference.

Blood continued to seep out from between the elf girl's thighs at a rapid rate, a sticky, red mess mixed with raw, torn tissues that nobody would want to examine closely. Tearing a hand away from Justin's shirt, Razz clutched at her belly, then down to the crevice between her legs, screaming. "It's coming! It's coming out! No! Aaaaaagghhhh!!" And she screamed, tortured by the violent convulsions within her womb. "No!!! Don't take it from me!!! Don't TAKE IT from me!!!" Her pale face is a mess of tears, blood, and stray wet hair. Her eyes flipped white with pain which cannot be described - she feels like dying, dying from pain, from horror, from dispair, but mostly, from the wretched pain that's tearing her apart. She pulls Justin closer with the other hand, screaming still, yet pleading, begging. "Don't let me lose it!!! Don't let me lose it!!! Please!!! PLEASE!!!"

Justin is trying, really he is. Curative magic isn't doing anything for the pain, apparently. A slightly different tack, then, and a slightly different spell, to calm her mind, dull the pain, relax, anesthetise even. Within the suite there's far too much commotion for anything beyond the bed to even register on his awareness.

Alfghar is just idly passing the time in the inn, listening to the screams from down the hall, wondering if any help is needed. Ah well, it is not like they would want her help anyways, seeing as how disgusted Justin got when she had to kill that peasant. If he wants help, he can scream for it.

Razz could, even with her pain-fogged mind, feel something different coming from Justin. It's soothing, numbing, relaxing... She'd almost went into it when another violent twitch came from her unborn child. Abruptly, she jerked herself up into a sitting position, and renewed her grasp on Justin's shirt. "NO! I can't! I'll lose it!!!" Even the torment which threatens death cannot stop her. Instead, she held onto the pain, her horror, held onto the pain and borrowed strength from her desperation. "I can't!!! I'll lose it!!!! Justin! Help me!!! Please!!!" And her eyes are wide, and eerie, and she refuses to sucumb to the spell. The pain is her strength, the pain is- She screamed, over and over, and she cried, but she would not let go.

(Of course, there is a sound of a loud nyaow, crash, smash, and other sorts of sounds. And then whining from the dogs before the sound of things being knocked over can be heard from near the inn. That is before a figure is entering the inn. The door is opening lightly to reveal the youthful tanned arms, adorned with a rich white cloth. Inspecting the cloth closer, it reveals the emblem of the golden circle with a golden dragon inside it. The rest of the body enters head first. The short, black hair dangles across the frail breeeze, gently flowing out, yet remaining rangled. Also in sight are a pair of short black cat-ears. The visage of the youth shows up, not looking pleased at all. One way to distinct the figure is by the crimson scar at the left eye. Muttermutter. The visage emits a hiss, before Reize fully steps in the inn. He starts patting his arms a few times to shake off the debris from the fight with the dogs. "That'll teach them for biting my tail...." Scowling at no one in particular, the Light Warrior trainee sighs. That is until he hears the yelling. "Huh?" The eyes opens up as the body tenses in shock. Though, he seems to relax a bit, before shifting the gaze around. Of course, the right cat-ear perks up at the name 'Justin'. The long, black tail lifts up slightly, before swishing back down.

Alfghar is just waiting for an excuse to see what is going on. Not that she really needs one, seeing as how she has free reign over the town anyways, privacy be damned. But, for once, she decides to be nice, and stay in room, albeit with the door open.

Justin makes a difficult decision... ...and pours the rest of his mana into the sleeping spell, hoping that it's enough to put her out, and hoping she'll forgive him later. "Healer! Someone fetch a thrice-damned HEALER!"

Alfghar perks her ears slightly, and gets up out of her nice and comfortable bed. She stretches a bit, slowly walking out the door and into the room where the scream eminated from. . o O (I do hope that she is not a lost cause.)

Reize doesn't seem to notice alot, well except for the yelling going on into the inn. Boy, that is NOT a thing that his cat-ears want to hear. He can hear exceptionally better than humans, but that proves to be a disadvantage as well. Meow. Reize takes a glance back muttering to himself. The half-feline gives a sigh of a mushroom cloud, then he hears a faintly familiar voice. It seems to be crying for a healer. Unfortunately, he isn't a healer, but maybe he can offer what he can at least. Acting quick on his feet, Reize is racing across the stairs to track the source of the sound around. "Nyaaa.....This is a fine moment to enter the inn......" He mutters, at least this is better than dealing with the dogs. Of course, along the way, he meets up with Alfghar. A hiss is given towards Alfghar, then his eyes shift towards Justin and the patient.

Alfghar shrugs at Reize, kneeling down near Justin, "You rang, sirrah?". She puts her hand upon Razz's stomach, and closes her eyes and concentrates. A low glow slowly begins to spread from her hand, as sweat begins to stand out on her forehead.

Razz 's eyes are still at an eerie width, and she refuses to close them, nor would she stop screaming. Her awareness has dwindled down to merely her pain, and her resolve. Her screams are terrible and hoarse, and the bed has long been turned into a bloody mess. But she resisted, and would not give, and gripped on with Justin's shirt. Blood, bath water, tears, sweat, pain... Yet it was all in vain... and the child's life force went out like a candle in the wind... and with that she screamed once last time, and tears fell like water cascading in a waterfall... and a tiny fetus barely humanoid in form slipped out from between her bloody legs...

Alfghar's hand stops glowing, and she steps back, shrugs slightly, and asks Justin, "Do you want her to not feel the pain, sleep, or would you rather me not do anything?"

Justin shudders, once, and straightens, head bowed. He utters a string of jagged and /very/ unfriendly syllables which Alfghar might recognize, but the rest can interpret as a particularly foul bit of profanity merely by its tone. "...What can we do. now?" It's not absolutely certain whom he's addressing, but he focuses on Alfghar after she offers. "Ahh. Do something about the pain, yes, that'd be favorite."

Reize just blinks. Yeah, that was a nice sight for Reize to see. The visage is paused, the lips drop, and he sweatdrops. Yeah... Reize only takes a step back, before noticing Alfghar once again. Not wanting to be in the same room with the Wicked B**ch of the East, Reize is heading out of the door just as quick as he entered. That way, conflict will be avoided in a crisis.

Alfghar just blinks at Justin, "You know...not in the presence of the lady... even if she has no idea what it means...". She gets up off of her knees, and places her hand on Razz's head, mumbling slightly, as Razz is encompassed by a dull green glow.Razz 's eyes became lifeless once more, and she does not seem to hear anything around her. She just lies, limp on the bed, her face void of any expression what so ever. A hollow aura surrounds the elf girl, seemingly dead. No heed was paid to others in the room, and no movement was made.

Justin takes Razz's wrist, and finds her pulse weak and a trifle unsteady. Not suprising; that's a lot of bloodloss there. "Take her to the temple, you suppose?" He sounds calm, level, and very quiet; probably clamped down hard, then.

Alfghar nods, looking down for a moment, "Probably should, she lost a good bit of blood. You want to carry her?"

Justin nods. "Yah. You, ahh, you tell the inkeeper I'll pay for the bed when I get back?" He reaches down to lift Razz, pauses, and snatches the blanket from the other bed. He wraps her in it tightly and lifts her, now, and nods at Alfghar.

Alfghar nods at Justin, "Sure thing. I will...clean up here."

Lonneke is sitting on a bench along a Coneria road, brushing her hair.

Razz 's head hung limply as Justin lifted her up. Slowly, her lifeless eyes closed. And remained, for the rest of the journey, to be as responsive as a corpse. Tears, however, kept trailing down her blood stained cheeks, and would not stop.

Justin makes his exit quickly. Razz is not a difficult burden, unconscious as she is. It probably strikes most passers-by as a bit odd to see a man carrying a girl wrapped in a blanket at high speed up the road towards the temple, but perhaps they can make the necessary connections.

Lonneke puts away her hairbrush and stands as she sees a man bearing a girl wrapped in a blanket with a bloody face as fast as he dares. Noticing that he has taken the girl to a temple she follows him, despite her dislike of temples and those who ran them.

Justin hates to be such a bother to the poor priests here, and such, but, dammitall, it's their job, isn't it? And, as they should, they immediately take her off his hands and to a bed, and set their healers to work, while one remains behind to ask Justin what the hell happened this time.

Lonneke enters the temple in time to hear the priest ask Justin "what the hell happened this time," and bristles. No priest has any business speaking to anybody in such a manner, not when their religion speaks of humility as a virtue. Stalking towards the priest she says, "It is obvious, shaman, that this gentleman is worried about his companion, and that his companion needs your aid. No doubt your god would be better pleased with you if you stilled your tongue and attended to your work."

Justin twitches, in a manner suggesting that had he less self-control he might in fact have jumped. "Ahh, a miscarriage. I don't know much beyond that. She's lot a lot of blood, and maybe had some internal damage."

Lonneke reddens as the priest gives the man a knowing look. Seeing contempt in the priest's eyes she resists the desire to backhand the officious little acolyte.

Razz did not resist the priests as they took her away from Justin. She appears dead to the world, for all intentions and purposes. Dead. Had she possessed enough of a conscious mind to assess her situation, the continuance of her life might not seem extremely importance to her. As it is, however, Razz has retreated into the deep recess of her subconscious, and knows not of priests, strangers, or even Justin...

Lonneke turns to the man beside her. Her voice is low, soft and compassionate as she says, "I am sorry to hear about your friend's miscarriage. If there's nything I can do to help, I am willing; I would not trust myself to the care of these parasites, and doubt that they'd care properly for your friend."

Justin smiles, a bit thinly, but shrugs. "They did okay for that backstab victim earlier. Help is always good, though."

The priests lost no time in unwrapping Razz and checking her for various vital signs. Some paused at the runic marks that which surrou surrounds the elf girl's limbs, and the burnt marks around them, but it is of small importance. Immediately there are herbs being boiled, roots being crushed, and white magics being summoned to the aid of the elf girl. They had also tried, to no avail, to awaken the elf girl. The head priest took it upon himself to question Justin of the situation. "How did this happen?"

Lonneke turns away from the others and strides towards a dark alcove. She opens partway the leathers clothing her torso and pulls a small shard of scarlet crystal from between her white breasts. It resonates in her hands, and she wonders, "Is there another crystal like this nearby? Who bears it?" She slips the crystal back into its hiding place and buttons up her leathers again before returning to the the man who brought in the girl.

Justin shrugs, helplessly. "I don't know. There'd been some talk that there was an enchantment laid on her to prevent her having a child. Apparently there was. We put a lot of general healing magic on her before we got her here, but it didn't seem to be accomplishing much."