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Nan sidesteps down beside The Herald, attacking the Grey thug in unison with the old coot. With a roar she slams her iron pan into the face of the thug, attempting to crack his head like an egg.

Free Action Entering Rage

Raging Power Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
Power Attack Damage: 1d4 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

Nan douses the wooden plank in some of her lantern's oil, winking at Barbo. "Looks like grilled Wyvern'll be on Old Nan's menu tonight eh?"

After finishing her work she posts herself near the middle of the room, ready to smash anyone who comes through the door.

Nan looks over at the wooden plank bridge, then at Mort's Alchemist Fire, then down at her lantern oil. With a grin she says "We could always cook 'em. Move the beggars to the far end of the place, lay a bunch of the wood down in the front half o' the room and coat it in some lantern oil. Once they start coming in just toss one o' those Alchemist Fires and watch 'em burn." Nan grins mischievously, clearly proud of her idea.

Old Nan scurries about the cellar, telling various peasants to "lie with their feet up" or "lie down already you crickety old bat." She eventually sets up a small makeshift cooking station and retrieves various accutraments from her pack, cooking the beggars a decent meal.

Profession Cook, Take 12: 12 + 8 = 20

While cooking food she calls to the Almsman. "Aye, we be good in a scrap and we'd be happy to help clobber some thugs for ya!"

Nan's head pops out from behind The Herald, an excited grin on her face. "I'll cook ya up something good! I been intching for an excuse to do some cookin' and I can make a whole lotta somethin' from a whole lotta nothin'."

Nan catches up with the group, joining them at the drawings. "If we head to the Almsman, I'm sure they might appreciate a little food in their belly." Nan smiles a motherly smile; it seems like cooking and taking care of people is her first love, and smashing things with frying pans her second.

Safely in my new home, will be posting regularly again.

Can I ask if the swarm is Tiny, or is it Fine or smaller?

Nan never went to school a day in her life; she can cook a mean steak but couldn't care less about why rocks look the way they do. When she sees the vermin, her nose twists in disgust.

"Blech, Rats. Always rats." Nan grins at Barbo. "If they decide to try and swarm, wouldn't mind seeing what you can do with that alchemist's fire."

Yep, I have Humble Beginnings. The alternative was Rough and Ready, which left damage up to GMs discretion and could therefor be stronger, but table variation leaves a sour taste in my mouth, especially with PFS, so I took the more conservative, more grounded in rules, Humble Beginnings.

I realise my post would have been resolved first, but if I approach, attack, and somehow miss it resets the whole combat. So I'll pass, if that's acceptable. I'm also going to assume blue is dead.

Nan takes deep, heavy breaths as she works her way down from her rage. As she steadies herself, she pats a hand on the back of Mort. "Nice work there. Mindy got a bit of a bite to her."

Mindy hits hard, but Old Nan's pan is managing to keep up. I'm determined to make an Improvised Weapon character viable.

I'm going to be moving across the country via car over the next 4 days. My posts will be sparse, if at all, and Botting is encouraged. Sorry for the inconvenience.

It appears my post was indeed eaten, reposted it now. I am accepting the AoO, but I'm entering rage AFTER the attack to avoid the -2 AC.

"So ya wanna play tough eh? Ya wanna make Old Nan mad?" Nan pushes her way past Mort, drawing an attack from the closest thug. After his attack (Regardless of whether or not the attack lands) Nan starts to shout, roaring at the men.

"TAKE A STAB AT NAN WILL YA? HOW'S ABOUT I CAVE YA BLOODY 'EAD IN INSTEAD YA SONUVA OGRESS WHORE!!

Entering Rage
Raging Power Attack, Frying Pan: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15
Raging Power Attack, Frying Pan Damage: 1d4 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

Nan smashes her pan down atop the man's head with all her might, the metal letting out a loud *CLANG* to ring through the sewer's halls.

"C'mon then ya sniveling bastards, lemme show ya what Old Nan can do!"

Nan draws her Frying Pan as she closes the distance between the thugs and herself.

Ouch, feeling the loss of Fast Movement here.

Aid Another, Intimidate: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1

Would have considered my last message an Aid Another to Intimidate, but doesn't seem like it did much.

Love the Fire Emblem sprites by the way.

"What do you think, Mort? Think we should throw down our weapons? Maybe our gold too?" Nan steps forth, standing upright and rolling her shoulders back. Taking on a more menacing stance, her strong physique shows through. Her shoulders are broad as she flexes, the Scale Mail beneath her shirt audibly stretching.

"I think they expect us to piss ourselves and run home to Mama." Nan smirks. "But I don't think that's what we're gonna do, now is it Mort?"

Nan gives the old coot a pat on his back. "Wouldn't doubt the word of someone 3, 4 times my elder." She gives a playful chuckle and continues their march.

Old Nan falls in line behind The Herald, poking his shoulder. "We can switch, if'n ya like. Ya seem a might frail, if ya don't mind me saying."

Nan, still elated at the fact she won't have to wade through sewage happily steps forward. "Not getting any younger, now am I?" She swings her legs down to the ladder and begins her descent.

"Is this... Are they for real..." Old Nan grimaces at the pumping sewage, then begins to move some of the gear to her pack, notably the spices around her waist. "I can't believe I'm about to wade through crap for some coin."

Nan starts to run after Mort, exclaiming as she does. " Oi, that's right! The 'dark river' washed him out in the 'lake of ships.' Might silly way to say he fell out of the sewer and into the harbor."

She lifts her pack with a heave and follows the man, humming along the way.

"Our only clues that I can see are the Almsman or the Steel Wyverns, either of them ring any bells?" Nan grins. Could always rough up some hooligans and see what they know."

Old Nan here is 5'11"

Old Nan looks at the Venture Captian incredulously, her mouth hanging open. "Ya can't be serious, you want us to romp around in the sewer?" She grumbles to herself, fidgeting uncomfortably. "That musta been the 'dark river' the coot was talking about. Talk about dramatic."

Nan watches Mort return to the doorway, then looks back at the "prince." Ol' spooks has it right, this lad doesn't have a lick of manners.

She stands up and walks over to the entrance to the room, deciding to spend the time double-checking her gear while the more diplomatic of the bunch deal with his royal spoiledness.

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Thank you for the detailed response! That highlights some of the things I'll have to keep in mind. I'm still planning on going Medium I think, even if there are some pitfalls to watch out for. Fits the character better to not be Small. I appreciate the help!

Can anyone expand on why it's so important to have a Medium mount? If a Large mount has Narrow frame, what issues are there besides half-speed?

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I'm actually looking at the Mother's Fang archetype for the Nagaji, which gives them a Giant Snake mount. The snake has a climb speed and a swim speed, so it SHOULD be able to make it through some of the more difficult terrain.

How viable, or unviable, is a Medium mounted character in PFS? If I'm interested in a Sword-and-Board type build on a mount, as opposed to a lance charge build, is it more doable? Is mounted PFS as hard as everyone says?

To be honest I'm enough in love with the idea that it's happening regardless, but I'm more curious if getting mounted feats is a waste.

"You hit your head on something dear? You're talking like a madman." Nan reaches into her pack and pulls out a piece of bread, spreads something on it from her pouch, and passes it to the man. "Ya don't seem to be making much sense, but go on. Where's this threat at, what do you need us to do for you, 'sir?'"

A tall, sturdy woman listens patiently to the venture captain, looking terribly out of place amongst the other Pathfinders. She wears a tanned shirt covered in countless stains, the sleeves cut off to reveal strong, muscled arms. A tattoo of a smoking cooking pot adorns her bicep, and across her back is a pack that clangs full of cookware. An apron is tied around her waist, filled with various spices, and her chocolate covered pants are tucked into tall, beige boots. Her brunette hair is pulled back into a ponytail, a bandana over her head to keep her hair out of her face.

When the venture captain finishes his briefing, the woman nods, gives an approving "Aye, sir, and steps back into the room.

When she steps in and sees the dozing man, she scurries over, pans clanging quietly. "Ya look like you haven't eaten in days lad, wake up." The woman gives his face a few gentle slaps. "C'mon now, up up. Can't sleep the rest of your life away. Want some grub? Old Nan always has a bit of food on her." She begins reaching around in her pack, seemingly uncaring as to whether the man has even begun to respond.

I have to admit, I'm excited to begin. While I am running other characters as well, it's still my first time doing PbP. I hope I hold up okay.

A surly woman pushes her way into the lodge, grumbling under her breath. "Try the lodge he says, you'll make money for your inn he says." Her backpack clangs with cooking tools as she walks over to the job board, still mumbling to herself, shrugging her shoulders and letting herself smile. "Oh it's not so bad Nan, who knows maybe it'll be fun. Might find some new ingredients." She looks over the papers, finds one that catches her fancy, and signs her name.

After finishing at the board she turns and gives a warm, motherly smile to the other Pathfinders. "Now, who's hungry eh? Old Nan's Pan hasn't cooked for hours, she's getting antsy. Come on now, don't be shy. Ain't nothing worse than an empty stomach."

"Has everyone eaten their breakfast?"

Player Name: Trout
Character Name: Old Nan
Pathfinder Society#: 246666-5
Faction: The Exchange
Day Job Roll: Profession Cook, Take 12 (Patient Calm): 12 + 8 = 20

As Tita is occupied elsewhere, I'll be taking Old Nan here, a Barbarian who uses her trusty Frying Pan as her weapon of choice. As stated earlier she's a bit on the light-hearted side, but she's more than capable of pulling her weight in combat and she'll be played as seriously as any other character.