Rutai squirms desperately against the invisible force holding him down and silent, a look of true panic on his face.
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Rutai clenches at his head as he sits up, and looks at the golden man in the doorway wearing Argor's effects. "Oh, Boss. What've they done to you?"
Rutai clenches his teeth, "Oh you lieing sacks of...uuunnngghhh...of SHIT! Your damned codes and laws mean nothing when you don't...don't want them to!" Rutai falls to the floor and clenches at his abdomen, doubled over in pain.
"Liar! You treacherous bastard! You know they aren't doing that, really! I can feel it! I...UUUUNNNGGGHHHH!" the imp groans and falters, landing on Osprey's shoulder, "How can you believe that...that thing's lies when you can see how it's changing him through my connection to him!" he adds meekly.
After a flight back to Verde Heights, Rutai ushers Osprey in and to the lab, where he begins pounding his fists against the door. "Let me in!"
"HE MELTED!! Turned into an ooze, a puddle, whatever! But he is still alive, I can feel it through our empathic link! And now they are treating him like, UNGH! Like a lab rat!"
"Because he is helpless and they don't actually care about him! He is a free thinking individual and they are doing things against his will! Who knows wha-a-AGGH!" he cries out as he suddenly feels a significant change in his Master. "THEY ARE DOING THINGS TO HIM! I CAN FEEL IT! Isn't this sort of thing forbidden in your Society!?!? Come on!!!" he pleads as he begins to fly away, checking to see if they are following.
Rutai flitted about in front of the door to the lab frustratedly. He could feel waves of various emotions from Argor, but none of it made sense. Then he heard the Venture Captains. He flew off quickly to them and called out "Dreng! Birdman! You gotta help Argor! That half-wit Nyugelle is experimenting on his...his...well...him! She ran me out! You gotta help!"
Rutai flies up well out of reach of Preston. "You think he did this!?!? I felt what he was feeling, and we both were here when it happened. He didn't give that thing an order! Are you, a noble Paladin, going to lie and say otherwise!?!? It just acted! Argor was numb! Maybe even in shock! And now..." Rutai looks at the mush that was now his Master, "Well...LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT WHAT THIS BETRAYAL HAS DONE TO HIM!!!"
"Watch out!" Rutai yells as he dives over to Cladissa's side and tugs at her to avoid the falling stones. Panting, half anxious what the Pathfinder might do to him for daring to try and help her, he stammers, "I...I can still sense his emotions...is that normal?"
"Guys? GUYS!?!?" Rutai exclaims as the devolution takes place! He dives down and lifts up Argor's staff, moving it away from the melting body of his master protectively, clutching it almost as if it would reassure him that what he was seeing wasn't really happening.
Seeing that Gianluca is, as usual, nearly dead, Rutai focuses his wand usage on the swordsman. Once done, he says, "We're gonna need another one of these soon. Someone keeps trying to die on us," the imp says sarcastically.
Rutai taps himself with the wand and then flutters forward, breathing hard from the excitement of the furious fight, and claps Preston on the back of his right shoulder plate. "Never thought you'd see an imp say they were happy to see ya, did ya?" he says with a toothy smile. "You able to heal yourself up? 'Cause it would seem I have to patch you mortals up some more."
After using his wand to enhance the group, Rutai's greedy eyes spots the wand the dragon-rider held. He flies over and snatches it from the dead man's grasp before returning to Argor's side, a toothy grin on his face. Argor nods a "Well done," to the imp amidst his own incantation process.
"Ya, ya. You mortals are so needy," Rutai banters as he activates the wand.
::Stay still. I know you hate me, but you are in a bad spot, and I am TRYING to save your life.::
Tucked away in a corner of the Grand Lodge's library, Rutai scowls at the sight of the sun's early morning glow begins to turn the black of night into the dull deep blue of dawn, before the sun truly breeches the horizon. Shit shit shit. I gotta find something worthwhile.he already knows she knew Auronee and Gianluca, and who cares if she used to be a sour puss? Looking over a venture-captain review, he notes her dislike of Outsiders, and rolls his eyes as he begins a childlike mimicry, "Oooh, I'm from the Material Plane. I'm special. Neener neener nee!" Then he comes upon Gianluca's report on her torture of a demon and detecting as an evil mortal. He arches an eyebrow and reads further...What could she have done to make an immortal want to cease to exist...maybe there's more to her than... He then comes upon a report regarding something other teammates had overheard her saying. "Oh...oh REAAAALLY?" The imp grins a toothy sadistic grin before fading from sight and flying out the window...
Rutai smiles at the praise. "No problem boss. Consider it done!" he says before flitting off invisibly back to the Grand Lodge to do more research.
"The name's Rutai, ma'am," Rutai says with a wave, his hand making a motion similar to that of a salute. "and yes, I am Argor's familiar. A pleasure to meet ya."
Rutai bobs and weaves invisibly through the fight to Gianluca, and taps the healing wand against his injured knee.
"Whoa! Shit! That was crazy!" Rutai exclaims as the trap concludes. He flits down and removes a pair of the wands from his back. He uses the first without issue, and the infernal magics within begin tending to Cladissa's wounds. He struggles with the second wand for a moment, but then succeeds on drawing the magic contained therein forth, and the positive energy washes quickly over Cladissa, a stark contrast to the demonic fueled healing of the first wand the group procured.
Grinning as well, Rutai leans down and picks up the demon's head by a horn, "Well, what say you, pal? Easy way or hard way?" Before it can answer, Rutai takes one of the quasit's wings in his other claw and lifts it up, then violently stomps on the main bone to snap it in half. "Please choose the hard way. I'm thoroughly enjoying this."
Rutai smiles toothily as he kicks the quasit in the face a few times. "I dunno about the sodomizing bit," he says between kicks, "but I like yer style, bub!"
"Ho ho!" Rutai chuckles as the quasit is revealed. "Looks like you got yourself in a pickle, didn't ya pip-squeak?" he taunts as he hops onto the table and walks over to the restrained demon. He looks up at Osprey and asks jovially, "Hey, bud. Mind if I rough this little guy up a little? Remind him of their place in the cosmological pecking order?"
"Wow. That was rude," Rutai mutters to himself as he takes a sip of wine himself and turns his attention from the conversation to the window.
Sabrina: "That'd be my job. I work the healing wands for the team. Keep 'me all alive and kickin', swingin' and spell slingin'," Rutai says from his seat with a smile.
Rutai flies quietly, invisibly, over to Celeena's location, attempting to slip the papers in question from her person.
As Argor converses with the undead, coming to understand their respective abilities, he commands Rutai to check the next room. The imp does so, then flies back in a hurry and closes the cracked door behind him. "So there is a Hell Hound. And I heard some papers shuffling around to the back. Other than that, a bunch of book cases and fog at the floor like here."
Sensing Argor relax, Rutai smirks. "Boss musta handled it, just like he said he would. Come on, let's catch up to 'em!" he says before flying off down the stairs himself.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," the imp rambles as he fastens the golden buttons.
Rutai looks to Cladissa and asks, "I assume you still lump me in with the demonic pricks that did this to you?"
As Nyugusk and Hrimnagel are enjoying some of Mr. Goodpies delicacies, there is a clatter of plates and silverware on the table as something collides there abruptly. A moment later, Rutai's form materializes, rising from a crouch as he stands from his hurried landing. "Guys! Argor needs you guys quick at the offices of the Varlokkur! Something may have happened to Cladissa! He and Mettera are there now, talking to...well...it claims to be her. Anyway, he has sent for Adril, and wanted me to come get you two!" He immediately flaps his wings and takes flight once again, and turns back to look at the duo. "What're ya waiting for!? Let's get going!" He then flies over and lands on Nyugusk's back, using his claws to take a firm grip on the orc's garments. "I'll hang with you and make sure you guys get to the right spot. Less likely to be bothered if people think I'm your familiar."
"It's alright big guy, don't be so hard on yourself," Rutai says as he flies over to Nyugusk. "I suppose the least I could do after pulling your chain so much is fix you up some. Here, this'll make ya feel all..." he stops speaking and looks at the wand curiously. "What the hell is wrong with this thing today?" he asks as he shakes it again.
Rutai gives the wand another go, this time closing up a much larger number of the multitude of cuts on Mettera's body, the man's silver blood ceasing to flow as profusely. He smiles to himself with a grin at his handiwork before turning and noting Nyugusk's discomfort. "Aw, come on big guy. I was just joking around, no need to take it that serious."
Rutai nods and soars over to Mettera, making sure to avoid the reach of the larger crabs as he does so. He utters the command word and immediately healing energies wash over the warrior, healing his body of a few of the cuts and lacerations these crabs had caused him thus far. Seeing how few of the wounds were healed by the wand, Rutai looks at it quizzically, shakes it and slaps it against the palm of his other claw, as if trying to make it work better.
"I'd be sick if I was you too, Nyug! Watching Mettera smash your potential step-kids like that. Sheesh, look at him go! You better get to sweet talking one of these ladies, big guy, before there ain't any left!"
Rutai looks over the scene and snickers to himself. "Hey, Nyugusk! Why don't you try convincing these things you are one of the them? You never know...you might find true love here. Ooooh, look at that one," he says pointing to one of the larger ones, "she's a beauty! Is she your type, big guy?" As he snickers to himself at his own joke, he pulls a wand from his back and utters the command word, bolstering the groups combat skills.
"Agh! You son of a b&!!~!" Rutai says as he backs out of the fight to return to Argor's side. "That shit hurts!" he mutters as he wheels back around to face Dargo once he reaches his master's side.
Rutai flies up the stairwell cloaked in his natural invisibility, and smirks at the sight of Dargo trapped in Nyugusk's claw. He flits over behind the man and buries his stinger into the back of his neck, trying to take quick advantage of the man's precarious situation.
Rutai swims over to the two front liners, and taps them each with the wand of dark healing a couple times. As the magic runs its course, closing a good deal of their wounds, he turns to Argor and holds out the obsidian wand. "That's all she's got. Out of juice."
Argor looks to Rutai and says in their private language, "Go scout as well." Rutai nods and fades from sight before swimming through the waves into the next chamber to get a look at the creatures beyond. He returns and fades back into sight just ahead of Argor, "There are 2 big snake things down below, and five frog-men with tridents, their looking the place over for something. Looks like they've tamed the snake things. But none of 'em are like anything I ever dealt with before. I have to say, in all my years on this plane, I've never been on an underwater venture..."
Rutai sighs and sits back in his chair, and plays with the remaining bit of food there with his fork as he mutters to himself, "Guess flying around frantically trying to keep Nyugusk alive counts for nothing..."
Rutai, having been silent thus far, stands on the pedestal his seat resides on, and bows before the team. "A pleasure to finally be properly introduced to you all. Please, no need to bother yourselves with introductions, Argor has spoken to me about you all at length. And, Ms. Velorryan, I too respect your feelings towards me, regarding my heritage, but I would beg you to reconsider. It is a common misconception among the mortal races to lump my kind in with the demonic wretches of some of the other planes of existence, not that I'm saying this is what you have done, as I know you are an intelligent woman! But it is a common stereotype, all the same." "I have been serving as a familiar for ages to powerful wizards, sorcerers, and once even to a particularly...well, the simplest way to put it would be odd, gnomish warlock. Talk about an experience you'd want to forget! Anyway, the point is, in all those years of service, and the eons in between spent on my home plane, there is one, definitive fact that I have come to terms with: I like it here! I have no ties to my home plane beyond it being the place I was created. And when I have been there, I'm treated no better than a slave or errand boy! And of all the masters on this plane I have served, there were only two that have ever treated me with any sort of respect: Strathix Constantine, and Argor. I just hope that, in time, you," he bows his head to Cladissa, then turns and gestures to everyone else gathered, "all of you, grow to see me not as a threat, but as an ally."
As Cladissa returns to the group, Rutai flies over and offers her a polite bow while remaining aloft on his wings. "A very impressive performance, Ms. Velorryan. I must say, I have not had the pleasure of working with an arcanist of your particular skillset before, but it is quite an interesting methodology you employ."
Made an alias for Rutai, in case I send him off away from Argor on some shenanigans. |