Not prying a bit, and thanks for your concern. Mom is out of the hospital. She's in physical rehab right now, and is recovering nicely. She expects to be home soon.

Mikhail
Mikhail grumbles. Gods of the Woods! We'll never make any progress iffen we run back to the damn town every time we find an unusual flower! Let's not waste more time on back-and-forth. Note the location, get some bearings so we can direct someone else here, and move on.

Updated, and thanks!
additional HP: 1 (total 7)[1d6]=1

Mudlark Mudlark ignores the sneezing and ruckus from the ground- she's focused on her job right now. There's a pennyworth of luck, she mutters as she spots the glass window in the roof. She goes nearly flat and creeps over to it, trying to peek inside without exposing herself. (Probably looking dow...

I'm not one to pledge into Kickstarters- but this looks like a good and worthy project.

Mudlark Mudlark manages the wall easily- [1d100]=54 ...but someone sees her. (Obviously, she _doesn't_ know she's been spotted). [1d100]=80 No alarm is raised. [1d100]=39 If no one bothers her, she pulls herself onto the roof like a cat. [1d100]=9 She'll move toward the ridge of the roof, looking f...

Damn. rough news, OM- but I'm glad they caught it early. Take your time and heal. We'll be here.

Joker
Brains: 5 [1d6]=4

Joker struggles, not allowing himself to 'take five' and fully recover. He fights back against the Old Man, pure grade-school flailing at him.
[2d6]=10 ghost [1d6]=3

Mikhail
Mikhail steals a taste of the honey. Ayuh, the high ground is always a good choice. I want to look at the stream later- there may be beaver or mink for the trappin'.

Mudlark
Mudlark stays low on the roof, looking down into the courtyard. She raises an eyebrow at the topiary. Pricey stuff for an orphanage. May be some worth here to steal, after all.

Luther
Luther pokes at the fallen giant, listening to the reports from the other groups.

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Daisy
Daisy flutters around, rendering mundane First Aid to anyone who needs it.

Porcupine
John stays low, taking aim at the remaining Talents. He risks two rounds aimed at the Catapult.

Mikhail
Mikhail scrapes his axe blade across the surface of a nest, hoping it will cut into the material. I figger we'll need a damn big hammer.

Daisy Completely ignoring the fight, Daisy rushes in to help Maag. She clucks and fusses, doing mundane First Aid on Maag and The Princess. ______________________________________ Luther Did-A-Chik! Luther charges into the fight, snapping his claws at gaps in the giant's armor. [1d20+1]=3+1=4 [1d20+...

Mudlark
DX 13 [1d20]=14

Mudlark quickly moves away from the others, looking for an easy climb to the rooftops.

I know, 'never split the party', but a thief can't do her recon with a bunch of people in armor.

Daisy
Daisy scampers off to one side, then uses Command, the ultimate Mom Voice. Sleep!

Luther
Luther heads for the door, ready to pitch in if his friends need help.

Good new, folks! Mom is getting out of the hospital today!!

Dutch
Dutch is foggy- worse than the time he tried Uncle Amos' moonshine. He squints and shudders at the walking dead. Why'd he use a Marine...
He raises his voice. Don't shoot 'im! Enemy of my enemy...

Porcupine No prob. Thanks. John snarled. The last three days had been a marathon of anger and desperation. He activated his Talent, his nostrils filling with the stink of burnt motor oil, and smoothed the terrain around the nearby pair of Ubers, dropping their cover and concealment into the ground.