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Nosh will approach the statue and give it a search
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Nosh stows his crossbow and walks overt to the ice statue. He takes a small pick from one of his pockets and starts his inspections, poking and prodding here and there.

If it's Nosh's turn he will move to s7, and change weapons to his crossbow

Nosh moves out of the way, making room for his companions to get near the remaining abomination.

silly little rule that only applies to 1st level non warriors , that's why I forget lol

remind me, what action is drawing a weapon?

yup, meant Q5, thanks for catching that

nosh moves to q4 for flanking
attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 (+2 for flank, +4 for prone vs melee) damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
sneak attack: 1d6 ⇒ 2
not much luck rolling damage lol

Seeing the zombie fall, Nosh moves alongside it, flanking the undead abomination and tries to drive his rapier through where it's heart would normally be. "My crossbow seemed fairly ineffective, is that because he's already dead? I wonder what it feels like to be undead? They smell bad" Nosh wrinkles his nose.

nosh will raise his crossbow and take a shot at the nearest one then retreat 20' to allow the larger warriors to step in.
attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Realizing the danger Nosh reacts quickly, raising his crossbow and firing a quarrel at the man with the split skill. No sooner does the bolt clear the crossbow, and Nosh is skipping backwards, making room for his companions

"Whoah, that's got to hurt, I don't suppose he's alive? Do undead feel pain?"

As Nosh approaches he carriage he notices the arrows damage, and instinctively lowers his head just a bit more. Reaching the carriage, he works his way around it slowly, until he Notices the spear wedged between the handles and he muffled sounds from within.

"Everyone, over here, I think someone might still be alive! Maybe they can tell us what happened or maybe its a cold fey. I wonder if the fey would talk to me?"

Nosh also calls Ragnar over with a wave of his hand.

"ο φίλος μου, κάποιος είναι μέσα"

family first, hope all is well soon.

During the trip, Nosh stays close to Ragnar, peppering him with questions about his spear, his father, his home, and his thoughts on snow.

seeing the carnage, Nosh quietly exclaims By the gods, who would kill all these people? ooo look an ice statue!

With that said, Nosh begins to move forward, slowly and quietly, heading towards the nearest carriage.

stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29 nosh moves to Q7 tog et a closer look at the carriage

"I think he went to get his spear, I wonder if it is as large as he is? This is going to be a great adventure. I love meeting fey, maybe the cold fey will be nice to a gnome. I bet the bandits wont be nice though."

When Nosh finishes his breakfast, He Shoulders his gear and steps outside, stretching and breathing in the morning air. He finds a spot out front and leans against the wall, watching the town awaken.

NOSH IS ready and willing

AT the smell of bacon, Nosh bolts upright. He peeks his little head into the kitchen, to confirm what his nose has conveyed to his stomach, BACON!

Feeling good and ready for adventure, knowing a good breakfast is on the way, Nosh tends to his pack, singing his own little tune.
"I'm alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic
I'm alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic
I'm alive, awake, alert,
I'm alive, awake, alert,
I'm alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic!"

ready for sleep and the next days adventure!

Nosh gets more excited with each person that joins the expedition and jumps excitedly when Ragnar agrees to come along.

"This is going to be great, well maybe not sleeping on the tavern floor, but I bet the fire is warm and tomorrow we can start on an adventure."

Nosh tries to nod solemnly at Bryce's words, but his enthusiasm seems hard to contain "I've never been blessed by Pharasma before! come to think of it, not many gods tend to bless me, I wonder why that is? Maybe they just don't know me well enough yet. Maybe we can become famous adventurers and then all the gods will know me and bless me"

Despite his high energy state, the minute Nosh gets to the Tavern floor near the fire, he quickly curls up, head on his pack and is snoring quickly

"Cold fey, damsel in distress, this sounds like fun, I want to go, but only if my new friend comes with us, I think he'd be bored if we left him behind"

To Ragnar "Μην ανησυχείτε, θα σας διδάξει όλα περίπου φανούμε κοντόφθαλμοι ως, σαν και μένα και Gil Braz. Αλλά δεν έχουμε να πάμε εκτός των αγνοουμένων lady και αντιμετωπίστε το κρύο fey πλάσματα, θα πρέπει να έρθουν μαζί μας, θα είναι ευχάριστη και συναρπαστική "

Nosh leans in close and examines the sword, tracing a finger along the blade. It doesn't feel especially cold? I wonder if I they have any cold iron small enough for me?

Nosh steps closer to the strange big man, looking at him intently.
He doesn't look evil."

"ΠΙΣΤΕΎΩ Nosh σου, είστε οργανωτικός χρειάζεστε έναν φίλο. Μπορούμε να είμαστε φίλοι. Εγώ ποτέ δεν είχα ένα φίλο μεγάλες, όπως εσείς, αλλά αυτό είναι"

[/spoiler=Elvish]"I'm Nosh, you seem like you need a friend. We can be friends. I've never had a friend as large as you, but that's ok"[/spoiler] Nosh extends his hand to Ragnar

Maybe useful...

Gnomish = Welsh
Elvish = Greek
Sylvan = Irish
Hallit = Finnish
Skald = Norwegian

Nosh whispers to Brazikian in gnomish "Mae'n credu y bydd y corachod yn dangos eu llid os yw'n siarad yr un iaith, syniadau mwy cymhleth gan y werin fawr"

Quicky dismissing Ragnar's fears, Nosh continues in Elven
"Τα ξωτικά, οργιστώ; Εγώ δεν έχω δει ποτέ ένα εξαγριωμένο elf πριν. Όλα τα oens συνάντησα ήταν ευχάριστη και όμορφη εκτέλεση χορών και τραγουδιού είχε σαν φωνές. Νομίζω ότι τα σκοτεινά ξωτικά είναι θυμωμένο όμως, ίσως επειδή ζουν υπογείως. "

you got me, greek looked close enough and it was different than anyone else's so I went with it. Is one of the others german?

"By Brigh, he's big! Is he a giant? I've never seen a giant, I wish I spoke giant"

Turning to Tessaraea, Nosh addresses her in Elven "Γεια σας, είμαι Nosh, θέλω σας κατάστημα, όλα τα είδη των μονών μυρωδιές. Συνάντησα ένα elf κάποτε, ήταν ωραία, μου δίδαξε γλώσσα σας. Δατ τρελός όταν ζήτησα από σκοτεινά ξωτικά, δεν έχω μιλήσει μαζί του στα έτη"

fun with free language translators

"Well met cousin, always good to see more of our kind about" Nosh nods in agreement at Bazikian's words, whispering back "They do have some strange notions about how things should work, too many rules."

"Save me a board near the fire!" exclaims Nosh to the Keeper. "I have to go with my new friends."

As Nosh prepares to step back outside, he wonders outloud "I thought everyone spoke common. Except for stinky kobolds, they aren't very bright and smell real bad. Maybe he speaks sylvan or gnome!"

My last post was eaten, didn't notice. Check in and realize, nosh has been quite for waaaay to long.

Nosh is uncharacteristically silent as Morrigan joins them.
warm cider.....what are they saying...boring....desert kingdom......boring......look at that compass she has, maybe I can borrow the needle.......hear their story?!

At the mention of a story Nosh's ears perk up. "Do you really think they would tell us a story, that sounds fun. Maybe after that we can go visit the woods. There are strange creatures living there now. Maybe they brought the cold weather." after a brief pause he adds "I'm Nosh, I like to travel and collect things. What do you do?"

"Have we met? I don't think so, I would remember, I have a good memory you know. I'm Nosh. Mmmm this soup is good, wonder what's in it. Qadirans, wonder if they have any useful items on them?"

it's not very nice to steal a poor old man's crops. Wonder who that mercenary is, would my new friend mind if I took apart his pistol, just to see how t works?

While finishing his soup, Nosh casts a few glances at Bryce's pistol, a look of wishful longing creeping into his mind. By the time he's done eating, Nosh's attention is back on the conversation the other patrons are having.

It had been a long journey for Nosh, and despite his best attempts, his journey had been rather dull. Still, he had added a few new pieces to his collection, particularly a nice piece of glass from Sandpoint and odd shaped metal piece of cold iron resembling a lowercase "r".
Just a couple more pieces, perhaps I can find what I need near Heldren. I wonder if anything interesting happens here? Is it always this cold? I'm hungry, ooo a Tavern.

Entering the tavern, Nosh makes his way to the bar, stopping along the way to adjust his pouches and gear. luckily he also manages to pick up pieces of the gossip. Reaching the bar, he climbs a stool next to a man, noticing the mans pistol and overhearing his order.
"I'll have the same!" Nosh calls after the Tavern keeper.
turning towards Bryce "Nice pistol, I'm working on building one of my own, just need a few more pieces. Sure is cold out there, I wonder if those wintry creatures from the border woods brought the cold. Maybe I can see one of them..."

Things are looking decent, next step is getting the stats to show like you requested. and double checking to make sure I changed things correctly.

edit: let's see if the changes look ok.

Hey guys, can't wait to gnome-it-up! 2 gnomes, a witch, a witch hunter, and a half-ogre oracle of bones . I bet we get kicked out of some small town real quick!

got a little to flesh out that I'll get done this afternoon.

Nosh was ALMOST a rogue, I was looking into taking amateur gunslinger and gunsmith and having him just be a rogue with a firearm. I am open to playing him as a rogue, just PM me if you want to go down that road. I think his personality and background work fine either way.

Nosh hops down from his stool and quickly scrambles to fall in behind the dwarf. The first time around he repeats after the dwarf, soon catches on, adding his voice to the dwarfs song.

Gonna get up, an hunt
An find me some witches
Gonna get up, an hunt
Take em all down

They can run, they can hide
But I'm gonna find em
They won' know what hit em
Till their heads on the ground

As Colberg tries to entice the Halfling, nosh pokes him in the shoulder "That was fun, know any other good songs? I once knew a ......hmmm all that singing and drinking must have tired him out. That was fun, too bad it's over"

With his latest interest seemingly asleep on the floor, Nosh climbs onto the nearest stool looking for his table. But before he locates it, his eyes fall on a bird like creature sitting alone in the corner
he doesn't look like eh ahs any friends, how sad. I know, I'll go cheer him up!

Nosh takes off, almost diving face first into the floor as he recklessly leaps off the stool. Once again his nimbleness pays off, allowing him to navigate the crowded common room. Once clear f the press he makes a beeline for the tengu's table. In usual Nosh fashion, he's already halfway into a chair before he's done asking if he can join.
"Hi there! Did you like that song? It was fun, too bad he fell asleep. Do you know any good songs? I'm Nosh, I've never seen a bird with legs and arms before, are you from around here?"

that's right, no one can escape Nosh, especially when he's had almost a whole pint of ale!

at Ingvar's comment about his "trinkets", Nosh looks up at the man with a bright smile on his face. "Do you like my Collection? It's taken me two years to put it together. It's not easy to find the right pieces you know. I picked this piece up at this wonderful place called the glass works in this neat little town down south. Sad place, lots of tragedy lately, nice glass though." Nosh shows Ingvar an odd shaped piece of stained glass, at there does not appear to be anything special about it. Placing it carefully in his pouch, Nosh continues to chatter. "I'm Nosh, that's Alinza, her mother was a hag but she has pretty eyes. Have you tried the Three Devil Ale, it is really good, but there is no devil in it. Have you ever seen a devil?"

forgot to add, I can usually post 1-2 times per day, usually once a weekend. As for current games, non at the moment other than real life kingmaker that I DM.

"I don't mind the cold, but I don't want to be a guard........A hag, you mean like a witch right? I met a witch once, she was white, and pretty, and smelt funny. Alinza, I like that name, much prettier than Nosh" Once the Ale arrives, Nosh eager takes a sip, then sets it down with a puzzled expression on his face. He studies the contents of a cup for a moment then looks up "I can barely taste any Devil in this, maybe she brought me the wrong drink" Despite his conerns, the serving girl insists that his cup does contain Three Devil Ale and that it does not actually have any devil in it. "I wonder why they call it Three Devil Ale if there is no devil in it? I've never seen a devil, do they drink Ale?" Apparently finished adjusting the pistol for now, Nosh begins repacking his strange collection of "tools", among them 3 bent nails, red string, a dusty rabbits foot, a scorpion tail, half of a lock-pick set, a cracked magnifying glass, and a melted piece of silver that used to be a coin.

It is evening in Heldren. There is a chill in the air as you make your way toward The Silver Stoat, Heldren's only tavern. Whether you've lived in Heldren your entire life or are newly arrived, you know that this is a fixture of village life and that the tavern fills with patrons as they gather to share gossip, hear news and reward themselves with a mug of Three Devil Ale for their hard day's work. As you cross the threshold, you are greeted by a crackling fire, the smell of delicious steaks, and the sounds of hearty conversation.

The tavern doors swing open with a strong gust of cold air and it takes a moment for anyone to realize it was not merely the wind opening those doors, but a small fire-haired gnome. He has the look of a traveler, his boots are worn and caked with the dirt of many miles, his tightly drawn cloak is frayed at the edges, and you doubt the pistol hanging from his belt is even serviceable. Quite nimble, the gnome begins making his way across the crowded common room, slipping between two brawling men, applauding at the idea of using a tankard as a weapon. Nosh is almost to the bar when he spies the empty seats at a table with the largest man eating the largest man eating the largest steak he's ever seen. Nosh quickly changes course, almost tripping a serving girl in his haste, and arrives just in time to hear the strange woman inquiring about the open seats. "If your accepting invitations, might I grab an empty chair as well?" Nosh doesn't wait for a response but climbs up to stand on his seat and starts waving at the nearest serving girl "One Three Devil Ale please, and a full pint this time!" Once he's made sure his order has been received, he plops down into his seat, Hello, I'm Nosh, isn't the ale here great! What's your name, you look like a giant, and that steak is huge! And what's your name, I've never seen anyone with eyes like yours, where are you from?" As nosh unleashes his flurry of questions, he places his pistol on the table and then unloads a pouch of the strangest and most useless collection of items you've ever seen. His hands seem to work independently, grabbing this and that poking and adjusting every nook and cranny of the pistol.