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[Loki987]

I point at the sign then at the clerk, then I'll give the clerk a good ol' double thumbs up.
I look at the sign, is the trial listed of our comrades? In what room is it? Does it look like there can be an audience present at a trial. If I can I visit the room where the trial will take place.

[Yoink]

Thrips slumps tiredly in his seat and raises the cup to his lips with both hands, carefully, as his eyes dart nervously about the room.

Just quietly sit and sip my soup for now.
Keep an eye on the room's comings-and-goings - any familiar faces to be seen? Is the place busy? Any interesting snippets of conversation to be overheard? And, of course, what does the soup taste like? Try and identify its primary ingredients and consider what sort of bread would best accompany it.    

[Ozarck]

The spoiler below doesn't happen, but almost happened.

Spoiler: The team in the desert experiences an ominous foreshadowing - a brutal reality that almost was (click to show/hide)

This is a bit of a rough round. I made a lot of rolls to determine this one - more than usual. I try to mention everything that went into each outcome. No hidden rolls.

spend it on endurance, because I suspect she's going to be taking damage soon and she can't save up killcredit for a later heal, it's all use-or-lose.
"Now that's not very nice."
Stop riding the birdcicle and fly up on top of the lizard and land on it, similar to a human rider, and attempt to get it to calm down and back off.

(2) it appears that your kill had a -2 constitution. Not surprising, for a slave child, though distressing.
(4) you fly up and land on the back of the lizard. it is an awkward ride - as the lizard is moving about while trying to eat Birdlet over there, but it doesn't throw you off, this round.
Edit: ugh. see sy's action for Valyrie's fate.

"Crapperly!"

Come on, switching targets obviously implies disengaging from the current target. Especially because the lizards are bound in front of their carts and I use ranged magic. How was I ever in their range to begin with?

Draw the ice into a projectile, and use it to freeze... the lizard, clunkers, valerie, whoever else looks like a good target. Whatever, I'm annoyed, I don't need to be logical here.

You may have disengaged, but that doesn't mean your opponent did. And no, these lizards were not bound to the carts - they were the guards' rides. the guards that Clunkers killed.
(5) well, you draw the ice inside, and it flows forward through your body and into your beak. You swivel, looking for a target. the lizard is mostly behind you ,as is Valyrie, so I'll roll each in order to see if you can aim at them. Clunkers is in sight of you, so he'll be your target if the others are unavailable. (1) the lizard is preventing you from turning your head far enough to get a bead on it, by virtue of having your shoulder in it's mouth. (3) Vayrie is in sight for an instant, but, as she gets behind you, she is unavailable as a target (you would have eeded a 5 for that). So, a roll to see if you hit Clunkers. (3) the ice strikes Clunkers a glancing blow, (durability roll:4) shattering against his rather durable armor.

And how do you fare in the mouth of the beast? (6) Your irritation takes physical form, as you shed a flurry of feathers in all directions, spraying a mouthful at the beast, who releases you and steps back, clomping it's mouth and sticking it's tongue out, trying to lick away the offending plumage. Meanwhile, you are caught up in a sudden sandstorm, which further aggravates your wounds. The lightning is the final blow, the accumulated damage from beast, earth, and lightning killing the First Wing.

Vlad B team, sort through the confiscated weapons for anything usefull to me to beast the  lizard thing into submission.
"Metal sir, anything you need me to do?"

(4) you get a sturdy club and a whip. One of these might be useful.

Dar will try to kill that lizard biting the flockmind, if his teammates don't have a handle on it by the time he can act.  If they do, he'll just remain hidden under the cart.

Okay, I'll go ahead and roll for methodology here. (6) Earth magic. (4) Dar sets the ground to trembling, and shards of stone and packed dirt rocket out like shrapnel in every direction. But the main effect of his attack is a sandstorm - or rather, a dust devil, centered on the lizard. This puts Valyrie and Birdlet in the path of destruction, so I'll have to roll for collateral on that front. The shrapnel will do minor damage to people nearby, but it's main effect is going to be to cause additional chaos.

alright:
damage to Lizard: (2) insignificant. (1) the sudden change sends the beast into a rage though.
damage to Valyrie: (5) total. Additionally, (1) Dar feels as though he is being ripped apart in the sandstorm himself, though he is clearly out of range. He ise mangled pretty badly, and will be physically unable to move about on his own for a while. His metal nature and bonus to constitution is all that saved him from a rather unexpected death.
damage to The First Wing:(4) similar to Dar'sn, though of less severity, due to having been  released by the lizard and not being in the epicenter of the attack. Her plumage spray helped a bit too.

Effect on the caravan: (3) a lot of screaming and some of the beasts of burden try to drag the carts away, spilling one cart completely on it's side (one with slaves inside).

Oz, please note that Pan's last question has been sort of answered twice before, which is why there's contention.  Kinda my fault for missing the first time and asking again, though it still is mildly ambiguous whether "search and rescue" was implied or explicit, as Clunkers would be waaay more likely to pick up on implication than Dar.

[spoiler:Relevant quotes]

--CLUNKERS, B-TEAM--

Did I correctly assume I was supposed to go to this thread then? If so, look around to see where the heck I ended up and what I'm supposed to be doing

Yer in the desert, on a trail north and south. You are supposed to be heading south, finding, and capturing a caravan. Your goal is information about the caravan's origin. Additionally, the caravan should have a set of slaves that it is transporting. Find and rescue.

...Is Dar close enough to Clunkers to have heard his statements?  I would assume not, as he has ignored his allies in favor of sneaking in before anyone else acted, but I feel I should make sure.  He'd stop to argue if he did indeed hear.

Otherwise, he'll buff and then start killing, from the back of the caravan forward.  Twoleg (Demihuman) guards are a priority, then lizards, then any twoleg children.  Surrendering enemies are just safer kills; the only twoleg Dar will try to leave alive is the head merchant.

Regardless of Dar's actions, did we explicitly get told to not harm the children?  Pancaek's assuming we did, whereas I've been assuming it was only implied.  The briefing wasn't written IC, so I'm unsure which is the correct interpretation.  If we were told to leave the kids unharmed, Dar won't touch any of them.

Hmm, good question. Were you told specifically not to harm the slave kids, or was it simply implied? (2) simply implied. Overlooked even.
Now, the caravan is currently made up of: the line of surrendering merchants, several worker types who may be guards as well, but look like laborers - all trying to fix the wheels, the four de-ridered lizards, several oxen type creatures, and the slaves in the carts. at least, that's what you are aware of. Who are you attacking and how?

This is correct. Your objectives were to capture the caravan, interrogate the caravanneers, trace the caravan back to it's origin in order to attack them, and rescue the children being sold as slaves. However, as you say, the objectives were poorly worded and some such as Dar would have easily missed the fact that rescue and protection of the children was required, while Clunkers would have certainly understood that the children were to be saved.

The IC conflict between characters as a result of this miscommunication is understandable and reasonable. No player is at fault here. If fault exists, it is my own.

"Metal sir, anything you need me to do?"

"Reply: Our two mission parameters are thus; One, Interrogate the caravan personnel for information about the caravan. Purpose, destination, owner, et cetera. Two, search and rescue for the slaves carried by the caravan.

You can continue as you were for number one. This one endeavors to complete number two, if only its own teammates would stop ruining its progress."

Again, try and free the slaves and get them to a more secure location a bit away from the caravan. Guard them, look menacing while doing so, also close my magic dampening cloak around me. Anyone who tries to interfere in my freeing the slaves and keeping them safe will get Assume Control Heart Attack or a Lightning Totem charge to the face via staff. Don't hold back.

ALSO: For my own benefit here, I'm correct that our two mission objectives were to get info on the caravan and search and rescue the slaves, right? I just want some black on white confirmation here.

Yes, this is correct. And Clunkers is clear on the objectives. His irritation at the others is justified, as is their failure to recognize the rescue part of the mission.

I'll assume a direct physical attack counts as interference. Clunkers turns and points his staff at the First Wing: (3) and lightning arcs into the sandstorm, forking and dancing and jagging all about. some of it strikes the Wing, adding to the damage done by the sandstorm and killing her.

Stay tuned for the exciting, actual conclusion to this round, in a second post, below.

Meanwhile, in the City:

"Huminahuminahuminahuminahuminahaaaaaa!"

Make the break! Or at least destroy the guard's genitals if my escape attempt fails.

Taking the GM's advice? Have you learned nothing? (3) you dodge out into the hall, but the guards start blocking you and trying to grab you. (1) Your attempt on the ol' coconuts leaves you wide open, and you are clobbered on the head. You awaken later, in the courtroom, bound and gagged, and tied to your chair.

Try to start moving again.  Begin with my eyes and work my way back.  If I do start moving, do some more roof hopping in the general direction of the warehouse.

Am I familiar with this effect?

(1) you slide off the roof and land in a heap. (4) you begin to process what is happening, and are able to connect the dots. Something ... someone, used some force to ... override your muscles and make them stop. Memory arises of the three hunters ... you caught one, and another caught you. You fade into unconsciousness, and awaken later, muzzled and sedated, in a small, dark enclosure.

I point at the sign then at the clerk, then I'll give the clerk a good ol' double thumbs up.
I look at the sign, is the trial listed of our comrades? In what room is it? Does it look like there can be an audience present at a trial. If I can I visit the room where the trial will take place.

The sign mentions: rioting and illegal gambling in the Warehouse district, along with a bevy of offenses: resisting arrest, property damage, that ind of thing. Sounds like your crew, anyway. You step into the courtroom. No one stops you. it's crowded here in the lower gallery, and you stand in the back, amid the smelly, sweaty masses watching this and any other trial. After a time, you see that weird metal doll guy being carted in on some kind of table. they sit it upright - it's like a tiny rack or something, which he is tied to. someone bound his mouth too.

The trial starts with the usual formalities -stand for the judge, sit and order in the court ("Shut up, I said! Quit that racket, we have serious business to attend and can't be about it if we can't hear ourselves think!"), and the charges being read in flowery, droning speech. It's boring as fuck, but the snob in you is caught up in teh pageantry, in spite of your rather ... common situation at the moment.

Thrips slumps tiredly in his seat and raises the cup to his lips with both hands, carefully, as his eyes dart nervously about the room.

Just quietly sit and sip my soup for now.
Keep an eye on the room's comings-and-goings - any familiar faces to be seen? Is the place busy? Any interesting snippets of conversation to be overheard? And, of course, what does the soup taste like? Try and identify its primary ingredients and consider what sort of bread would best accompany it.    

You do hear some rumor about a dragon being captured and hauled off to the stables. At least, sounds like Freddy lives. no one here is recognizable, and you appear to be completely forgotten about. The soup seems to be mostly some kind of lentil in a white sauce. a sort of woody spice, and some mintlike leaves add a nice zest to it. Overall it tastes rather exotic and perhaps a tad too exciting, though your tiredness and hunger reduce that effect to comfortable levels. You think perhaps a soft garlic bread or soemthing with a nice soft cheese would go well with this soup. Maybe a barley flatbread, even.

[Devastator]

Look around.  How do I feel?  Is there any food or water here?  What's the nature of the room I'm inside?

[syvarris]

-Flurpynurpyderbydoo, I killed a thing so how bout yooou?-

[Lenglon]

Welp.
I guess Val is dead now?

[Ozarck]

The team in the desert
((all rolls rerolled))

Valyrie attempts to raise her constitution: (1) but the child who died was sickly. Not surprising, given the life she had led.
Valyrie then attempts to ride the lizard: (3) she gets hold of it, but slips down it's back toward it's hindquarters as it moves. Calming attempt autofails.

First Wing acts vindicitively, targetting, in order: Lizard, Valyrie, Clunkers. Lizard and Valyrie are behind First Wing, So Wing needs a roll to target them, But first: does Wing succede in harnessing the ice? (1) no. Does First Wing survive another round of Lizard Mastication? (1) No.

Vlad looks for pacification tools among the confiscated items: (1) and finds nothing but what is already recorded in previous turns.

Dar buffs and goes for the neck: (2) v (6) the lizard shifts it's bulk, unaware of Dar's attack. Dar is deflected and bounces across the rocky path.

Clunkers tears open both slave cages, scaring the already terrified children shitless. Literally, some of them defecate in the cages. They probably all would, but they are so malnourished that some of them probably had no BM left to release. One wonders how a profit could be made on such miserable creatures. Perhaps the fact that they are so tightly packed in would explain it. Profit through volume, with an acceptable margin of loss. Brutal. Anyway, Clunkers drags the two slave carts to the side of the road, propping up the broken wheels himself. They aren't exactly out of danger, but they are sort of to the edge of it.  It's gonna take some persuading to get the kids out and active. and maybe some water.

Now, for the confusion about the mission parameters:
1) Clunkers is right in that the mission included rescueing the children.
2) Dar and First Wing were right in that this was not explicitly stated in a way that bound them, or even that Dar would pick up on.
3) all characters IC acted correctly for their understanding of the mission.
4) any confusion or fault belongs to the GM, who is terrible.

Welp.
I guess Val is dead now?

Nope.

[Egan_BW]

I had a feeling that action was going to get me killed. Turns out, it was bad enough to get me killed twice! The only thing that makes me a little upset is that I had to wait so long to find this out.

[spazyak]

Vlad, b team, go kick the shit out of some of the slavers before looking around to see if anyone has really run off yet.

[Lenglon]

Vlad, b team, try so soften any blows valyrie may take

?
Val isn't in danger right now. And what does this action look like to Valyrie? She might want to interact with it.

[spazyak]

Vlad, b team, try so soften any blows valyrie may take

?
Val isn't in danger right now. And what does this action look like to Valyrie? She might want to interact with it.

8
(misread it. Thought it was the lizard that died not first wing))

[Xantalos]

Ooh, a court! I wonder if they have those poofy wigs.

Subtly gnaw at my gag while I wait for the trial to begin.

[Lenglon]

Fly clear of the lizard while its still distracted and keep an eye on it in case its anger at First Wing transfered over to me. while airborne check the surrounding area in case we missed someone. Afterwards land near the golem.
"So where will we move the kids? They're to sick to leave exposed like this. They need food, water, and the attentions of a doctor, or even more will die."

[Pancaek]

"So where will we move the kids? They're to sick to leave exposed like this. They need food, water, and the attentions of a doctor, or even more will die."

"Reply: This caravan surely has a supply of water, we will divide this between the kids. After that, we need to find them some shade and contact the Legion for an extraction. We do not have time to organize a picnic, and the children might be so malnourished that giving them food might worsen their states. Also, this one is somewhat unsure if it is wise to let any of its teammates practise their doctoring skills on the tiny organics."

Clunkers eyeglow grows slightly duller and his voice becomes even more monotone, if that's even possible.

"Dejected statement: that is, of course, assuming this one's team can go five minutes without destroying the mission objectives or fighting between themselves. This one will not get its hopes up."

Vlad, b team, gomkick the shit out of some of the slavers before looking around to see if anyone has really run off yet.

"Firm request: Non-useless teammate, please do not forget to ask them for the relevant information about the caravan while you attack them."

Clunkers will gather whatever water supplies this caravan carries and bring it over to the children. any of the slavers who so much attempts to attack/hinder him in keeping these kids safe gets fucking wrecked magically.

ALSO: is it possible for us to contact the legion, through our marks or something? I'm assuming yes, because how else would they expect to know of our failure/succes. If it's possible, do so and give them a situation report.

He will offer the kids water and do the following

Clunkers will approach the tiny organics with the water supplies, crouching down on one knee to get on their level.

"mollifying statement: Greetings, tiny organics. Please, don't panic. Despite what has occured, this one and its teammates are here to rescue you on behalf of the Legion. If you will all just follow our instructions, we will get you somewhere away from the people who captured you as soon as possible. In the meantime, this one would like to offer you all a drink. Please, don't panic."

[Loki987]

(This might be probably a terrible idea).
Wait for the right moment, if there is no right moment just act anyway.
Waltz confidently to the front.
"I will be defending my client, your honour."
Then when the charges are explained or something. I yell out: "Objection, there has been no physical evidence of these so-called crimes and therefore nothing can be proven."
When I may explain my case, I turn to the crowd and say: "Thank you, your honour. Dear ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Look at this creature and tell me what you see. (dramatic pause) A demon, a monster, a devil? I see a victim, a victim of prejudice and an unfair and unjust society. A society that treats anyone whose different badly. A society that favours the rich but pushes the poor down in the mud. Dou you think this hrrmm... man favoured an education? A steady job? An investigation to prove his innocense? Noo, of course not, that's only for the rich. When I look at this thing I see a hideous creepy metal baby doll, yes... but I also see you. (points at random dude in the crowd), and you and yes, even you! All victims of a poisoned society, when you condemn this man, you only condemn yourselves and you only side with the ones that supress you. Say no. No to unfairness, no to injustice, no to possibly condeming this man to hang. Thank you my honour. I rest my case."