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"Oooo yes, drinks! Let's have a round or dozen! Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle tosses her arms around Gwen and Pappy and steers both of them to the nearest tavern, where she will do her absolute best to drink them both under the table. And it won't even matter if she loses because it'll be so much fun (and because she won't remember).

Thanks for running this, GM Erich! The Chronicle looks good.

RPG Chronicles is correct.

Mrs. Crinkle decides to give the students a lecture on Pappy's family tree. After sharing a drink with him to get the full scoop, of course. (Hint: She takes some artistic license to make it even more intriguing than it already is.)

Genealogy lore, DC 16: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Success for 2.4 gp

[bigger]"Oh, now if you think killing is a great time, I'll be happy to *give* you one! Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle-Wolf's phrasing may be a tad unclear, but the look of murder in her eyes is anything but. She surges toward the redcap to begin the process of dyeing his cap with his *own* blood.

Bite to Trip vs. Pink, CA: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 1 = 16

Fist vs. Pink, CA, MAP: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 1 = 28
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (4, 1) + 5 + 1 = 11 x2 = 22 for Crit

◆ Stride, ◆ Strike, ◆ Strike

"Oh no you don't, you little chew toy! CANONBAAAAALLL!! Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle-Wolf doesn't *actually* do a canonball off the stage, but for a moment as she hangs in the air it looks like she is. At the last moment she extends her legs and *stomps* onto the floor next to the twigjack, chomping and slamming her fists onto it.

Bite vs. Pink, CA: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 10 + 1 = 19
Piercing damage: 1d10 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 1 = 12

Fist vs. Pink, CA, MAP: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 1 = 11
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (2, 2) + 5 + 1 = 10

◆ Stride, ◆ Strike, ◆ Strike

"Ooo, you're a nasty little bugger! I'll tear you a new one once the kiddies are out of sight! Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle-Wolf growls, ripping into the twigjack that somehow thinks it can take out the big bad wolf.

Bite vs. Purple, Guidance: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Piercing damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Fist vs. Purple, MAP: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (3, 1) + 5 = 9

Fist vs. Purple, MAP: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (3, 2) + 5 = 10

◆ Strike, ◆ Strike, ◆ Strike

"Whoop!" Mrs. Crinkle-Wolf yelps as she suddenly crashes to the ground, right on her tail. She scrambles back to her feet and dashes after the remaining twigjack. (Enraged as she is, she still has the presence of mind to stay within range of the healers who will keep her alive long enough to eviscerate more of these troublemakers.)

Fist vs. Purple, CA: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 1 = 13
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (4, 3) + 5 + 1 = 13

Mrs. Crinkle takes bleed: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6 on her turn

DC 15 flat check to remove Persistent Bleed: 1d20 ⇒ 16

◆ Stand, ◆ Stride, ◆ Strike

Mrs. Crinkle-Wolf follows after the purple twigjack, hoping to smash it to splinters. She teeters on the edge of the stage and bellows: "Oh no you don't, silly! Granny wants to play! Heehee!"

Both strikes against Purple, but switch to Pink if we're lucky enough for it to go down.
Fist vs. Purple, CA: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 11 + 1 = 24
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (2, 3) + 5 + 1 = 11

Fist vs. Purple, CA, MAP: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 7 + 1 = 23
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (2, 4) + 5 + 1 = 12

◆ Step, ◆ Strike, ◆ Strike

"Whee-heehee! This is how grown-ups let off steam, kids! Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle sure is a great role model. Bleeding profusely, she swats at the twigjacks clambering all over her in a rather comical fashion. It's almost like she has ants in her pants, except she's not wearing pants.

All attacks on Purple, but switch to Pink if Purple goes down.
Fist vs. Purple: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 2) + 5 = 11

Fist vs. Purple, MAP: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 2) + 5 = 11

Fist vs. Purple, MAP: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 4) + 5 = 13

◆ Strike, ◆ Strike, ◆ Strike

The cook gave us a cold iron shortsword (equivalent). I don't know who would have it. Gwen has cold iron needles.

Not Mrs. Crinkle. She can't use weapons when she rages.

Fiddlesticks! I forgot to ask someone to fix Mrs. Crinkle's shield. Tough luck, I guess.

As the theater hall descends into violent chaos, Mrs. Crinkle begins chuckling. Her voice deepens halfway through as she wolfs out and gives the front row sees a bit too much of an eyeful of the underside of her now-way-too-tiny skirt. (Thank all the gods there's too much fur to make out any details!) "Heeheeheehee! Time to play, little ones!" She snaps at the twigjack beside her, trying to knock it to the ground, before pummeling it with her paws.

Bite, Trip vs. Purple: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Fist vs. Purple, MAP: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 2) + 5 = 11

Fist vs. Purple, MAP: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 4) + 5 = 13

◆ Strike, ◆ Strike, ◆ Strike

Yes, Mrs. Crinkle would have used "◇ Quick Tempered" to Rage when rolling initiative.

DC 22 basic reflex save vs 22 piercing damage: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
I think I'll use that brand new Hero Point. Thanks, GM Erich!
Hero Point rerollDC 22 basic reflex save vs 22 piercing damage: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Success for 11 damage (6 Temp HP from Rage now gone, and she's down 5 HP)

Mrs. Crinkle follows Gwen onto the stage, ironically posing, waving, and blowing kisses at the crowd. It's clear she's not mocking her new bestie, but rather having a little fun with her own--ahem--*fabulous* dress. "Helloooo dearies! How much fun have you had today? I've had a *ball*! Heehee!" She curtsies dramatically and "accidentally" trips on the hem of her "gown". Down she goes in a pile of bloodred knit fabric, only to bound up a moment later, giggling uproariously.

"Now, let's see. There were so many fun pranks today! J, I hope you do this every year, because I'm *dying* to come back again! Though next time, you fey will remember to keep your contributions *strictly nonlethal*, yes? Good! Heehee!" She wags her finger at the fey good-naturedly, then turns to huddle with the group to make their decision.

"Oh, yes! The mirrors were a *smash*! Heehee!" She elbows Achurius in the ribs, just in case he didn't catch her pun.

"Oh, the poor dear! Tut-tut. All beaten and bloody. Well, let's get her up and at 'em so she and I can go out drinking tonight. Heehee!" She gestures for Alessandra to heal Gwen, then helps her to her feet.

"Oh, there you are. Quick little bugger, aren't you? Good thing I'm spry for my age. Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle dashes across the room and slams her warflail in the remaining twigjack's general vicinity. It's kinda clear she doesn't practice with it much. There's

Warflail: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Bludgeoning damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

It's kinda clear she doesn't practice with it much. There's a *crunch* as it hits the wall, shattering plaster and splintering boards.

◆ Stride, ◆ Stride, ◆ Strike

As soon as she dies, Mrs. Crinkle shrinks back into her little old lady self, lying in a puddle of blood and blood-red sweater. Gasping awake at Kargoth's healing, she quickly bundles up her dress as best she can (thank goodness!) before standing and yanking a warflail out of the straps on her back. "Hoo-eee! Whoever healed me up did a right good job! Okay! I thought I heard those little twiggy things skittering around. Let's play hide and seek! Heehee!" She twirls the warflail menacingly as she searches the room for the twigjacks.

Can't rage again for another minute.

◆ Interact, ◆ Stand, ◆ Interact

DC 18 Reflex vs. 16 damage: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Success for 8 damage

DC 20 Reflex vs. 10 damage: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Success for 5 damage

DC 18 Will vs. Scarecrow's Leer: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Success for Frightened 1

"All right, all right! Don't get heated! Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle takes one last bite and swat at the scarecrow, then scoots around to be out of Achurius's way.

Bite vs. Scarecrow, Courageous Anthem, Frightened 1: 1d20 + 10 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 10 + 1 - 1 = 23
Piercing damage: 1d10 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 1 = 12

Fist vs. Scarecrow, Courageous Anthem, Frightened 1, MAP: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 - 1 = 15
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (4, 2) + 5 + 1 = 12

◆ Strike, ◆ Strike, ◆ Stride

Noted.

DC 18 Will vs. Scarecrow's Leer: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Success for Frightened 1

Well, that scary scarecrow is much harder to hit than she'd like, so Mrs. Crinkle-Wolf turns her attention to the giant possum. Surely the oversized rat will be as easy to hit as a barn door, right?

Bite vs. Scarecrow, Courageous Anthem, Frightened 1: 1d20 + 10 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 1 - 1 = 19
Since both Bless and Courageous Anthem are status bonuses, only one applies.
Piercing damage: 1d10 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 = 8

Fist vs. Scarecrow, Courageous Anthem, Frightened 1, MAP: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 - 1 = 14
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (3, 4) + 5 + 1 = 13

Fist vs. Scarecrow, Courageous Anthem, Frightened 1, MAP: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 1 - 1 = 24
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (2, 2) + 5 + 1 = 10

◆ Strike, ◆ Strike, ◆ Strike

DC 18 Will vs. Scary Scarecrow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Original post with Scarecrow's Leer here
Failure for Frightened 2 and Fascinated by the scarecrow

A little puddle of pee forms under Mrs. Crinkle, and she's trembling a bit. Just a wee bit. Still, she snaps her jaws and swings her paws at the definitely-*not-fun*-scary scarecrow.

Bite vs. Scarecrow, Courageous Anthem, Frightened 2: 1d20 + 10 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 1 - 2 = 28
Piercing damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Divine Infusion (Vitality damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Fist vs. Scarecrow, Courageous Anthem, Frightened 2, MAP: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 11
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 2) + 5 = 11
Divine Infusion (Vitality damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

She's about to raise her shield, but it crumbles off her arm, so she backs up a step instead.

◆ Strike, ◆ Strike, ◆ Step

Yes, Mrs. Crinkle would shield block that crit.

DC 18 will save vs. Scarecrow's Aura: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Success for Frightened 1

"Are you fun-scary, or scary-scary? Let's find out, skinny boy! Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle-Wolf turns her attention from the surprisingly difficult to hit enormous possum to the scarecrow.

Bite vs. scarecrow, frightened 1: 1d20 + 10 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 10 - 1 = 13
Piercing damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Fist vs. scarecrow, frightened 1, MAP: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (1, 2) + 5 = 8
Oof. Guys, I think the dice roller wants her to be the comic relief. She's certainly not the hero.

She raises her shield again. It's hard to tell if this is a tactical choice or if the large wolf woman is trying to hide.

Mrs. Crinkle will ↺ Shield Block the next Strike that would damage her.

◆ Strike, ◆ Strike, ◆ Raise Shield (AC 23), ↺ Shield Block

Fortunately those attacks ended the Fascination, so now Mrs. Crinkle's just Frightened 2.

"Crinkle, catch!" Gwen blows a kiss to the furry old woman and it closes some of her wounds and puts a pep back into her step.

A shiver runs up Mrs. Crinkle's spine, which unfortunately looks a bit like a shimmy in her teeny-tiny minidress. "OooOooo! Drinks are on me tonight! Heehee!" She winks at Gwen before chomping back at the yellow possum.

Bite to Trip vs. Yellow, Frightened 2: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 10 - 2 = 9

Her jaws snap shut on empty air, but her right hook is already on its way.

Fist vs. Yellow, Frightened 2, MAP: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 7 - 2 = 13
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (3, 1) + 5 = 9

Finally, she raises her shield in the hopes of not becoming a meal. "Get splinters in your gums, you ugly marsupial! Heehee!"

Mrs. Crinkle with ↺ Shield Block the next Strike against her. Shield Hardness 5

◆ Strike, ◆ Strike, ◆ Raise Shield (AC 23), ↺ Shield Block

Mrs. Crinkle wrote:

Oof! I'm down to 3 HP. That hurts.

The usual story of the barbarian.

Luckily you are backed up with a lot of healers. Two clerics and, apparently, a sorcerer that also casts R2 heal spells. Dang! Consider yourself our weeble mascot.

Weebles wobble but they don't fall down!

Oof! I'm down to 3 HP. That hurts.

@Crinkle I remembered that this time and took it off already (from 3 hits so far) so the 11 should be up to snuff.

Well shucks. Can't blame me for wishing! ;D

DC 18 will vs. Scarecrow of Dooooom: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Hero Point reroll DC 18 will vs. Scarecrow of Dooooom: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Failure for Frightened 2 and Fascinated

Suddenly Mrs. Wolfy-Crinkle's knees start knocking together as she stares, wide-eyed, at the scarecrow. "C-c-c-creeeeeepyyyyyy... Hee...hee..."

Mrs. Crinkle got 6 temp HP when she raged upon rolling initiative, so she's actually only down 5 HP.

"OooOoo! Giant possums wanna play! Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle wolfs out again, her tail popping out from under the mini dress in a way that makes everyone grateful for the copious fur now covering her bottom. She charges into the room and starts giving the yellow-eyed possum what for.

Bite vs. Yellow, Trip: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Fist vs. Yellow, MAP: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (3, 1) + 5 = 9

◇ Quick Tempered, ◆ Stride, ◆ Strike, ◆ Strike

Mrs. Crinkle-Wolf had both her hands full of an opossum each when the second one tore a chunk out of her backside. [bigger]"Yeeeoooowww! Dastardly runt! I'll show *you* how that feels!" Oops. She's really mad; she didn't even giggle.

Fortunately, just before her jaws snap shut on the remaining opossum, the sprites pull back and everything returns to normal. There's a sizeable hole in the backside of Mrs. Crinkle's dress, but you can barely notice when it's all bundled up again. Someone's going to have to stitch up her rump though, or she'll keep bleeding all over the place. And they'll have to listen to her making juvenile comments about the location of the wound and their ministrations in that area the entire time. (Hopefully none of the kids will be in earshot for that.)

As Achurius and Kargoth remark on the damage done to Mrs. Crinkle, she's busy swelling into a wolf to make her own retort. Once more in her big, beefy, scandalously-tiny-red-minidress-clad form, she growls: "And Mrs. Crinkle doesn't like to be bitten! Heehee!" She grabs an opossum by the back of the neck so it can't bite her, and shoves it into the face of one of the sprites.

Athletics: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32
Crit! Perhaps she grabs one in each hand?

Mrs. Crinkle's Pearly White Aeon Stone will heal her up to full within the 10 minutes.

"Hooo-eee! That was a frantic brawl! Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle declares as her body begins to shrink. In a few short moments, she's back down to her plump, petite self and has to rush to grab her stretched-out sweater dress before it falls right off her. With the ease of much practice, she begins tying it back into bunches so it'll stay on and not trip her. A steady stream of giggles, exclamations, and juvenile, impertinent remarks trip from her lips the whole time.

With one paw, Mrs. Crinkle stomps out the flames beside her as her lupine glare turns to the remaining vandal.

DC 18 Athletics to put out fire: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

She seems to grow even more enormous as she steps up to the Yellow fey. Looming over it, she growls menacingly: "Burning books is a sign of ROT! Let's see if you taste rotten. Hee. Hee." And with that, she tries to take a taste.

Bite vs. Yellow, Courageous Anthem: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 10 + 1 = 23
Piercing damage: 1d10 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 1 = 11

◆ Put out fire, ◆ Step, ◆ Strike

Furious at her complete and utter failure to thwack or bite *anything*, Mrs. Crinkle simply snarls viciously as she snaps and punches the angry stick.

Bite vs. Pink, Courageous Anthem: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 10 + 1 = 24
Piercing damage: 1d10 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 = 9

Fist vs. Pink, Courageous Anthem, MAP, -2 penalty for lethal damage: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 22
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (4, 4) + 5 + 1 = 14

Mrs. Crinkle will ↺ Shield Block the next blockable attack that would hit her.

◆ Strike, ◆ Strike, ◆ Raise Shield (AC 23), ↺ Shield Block

Growling with frustration at how dodgy the red fey is (on more than one level), Mrs. Crinkle-Wolf's teeth and paws continue to thrash through the air in a furious attempt to taste buggy fey. "Ooo, are you chewy on the inside or the outside? Let's find out! Heehee!"

Bite vs. Red, flanked, Courageous Anthem: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 10 + 1 = 14
Piercing damage: 1d10 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 1 = 14

Fist vs. Red, flanked, Courageous Anthem, MAP: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 2) + 5 = 11

Perhaps she should focus more on her aim and less on trying to come up with snappy remarks.

Mrs. Crinkle will ↺ Shield Block the next blockable attack that would hit her.

◆ Strike, ◆ Strike, ◆ Raise Shield (AC 23), ↺ Shield Block

@Kargoth: Courageous Anthem is up already, and Guidance doesn't stack with it. Maybe the GM will let you re-do your last action?

"Ooo! Thank you dearie! You can lay your hands on me any time! Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle-Wolf winks at Achurius and blows him a kiss. It would be much less disconcerting if she was in her human form.

Need a DC 18 basic reflex save vs. 11 piercing damage: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Success for 5 damage

She dodges some errant thorns, thoroughly peeved. As much as she'd like to get the little stickbug, there's another troublemaker here who also deserves a beating. She snaps her jaws at the red-clothed fey creature, snarling: "A skylight, eh? Say, sunlight would be good for your 'dingy-dark' insides as well. Here, let me help you with that. I'll be done in a jiffy! Heehee!"

Jaws vs. Red, Courageous Anthem: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 1 = 16
Piercing damage: 1d10 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 1 = 16

Fist (+1 striking handwraps of mighty blows) vs. Red, MAP, Courageous Anthem: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 1 = 11
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (3, 1) + 5 + 1 = 10

Then she raises her shield to protect from those gosh-darned spewed thorns.

Mrs. Crinkle will ↺ Shield Block the next blockable attack that would hit her.

◆ Strike, ◆ Strike, ◆ Raise Shield (AC 23), ↺ Shield Block

You'd think the twiggy fey was coated in butter, for all Mrs. Wolf-Crinkle can hold onto it. "Gol ding it you rascally stick! Get off my face or I'll gnaw you like a doggy's favorite stick! Heehee!" Her snout wrinkles with a deep growl, revealing rows of jagged teeth as she takes a swat at the twig fey.

Fist: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24
Bludgeoning damage: 2d4 + 5 ⇒ (2, 1) + 5 = 8

Then she steps over to stomp out the flames nearby.
There's a part of me that wants to say she lifts a leg to pee it out. (Un)fortunately, after that trip to the loo she's running on empty.

DC 18 Athletics to smother fire: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30

◆ Strike, ◆ Step, ◆ Put out flames

DC 20 will save, dazzled on crit fail: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Nothing happens on a regular failure, right? If so, I won't burn a Hero Point.

DC 20 basic reflex save vs. 12 piercing damage: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Failure for 12 damage

"Oh dingleberries! We worked so hard on that! And now we get to play! Heehee" Mrs. Crinkle declares as she morphs into a wolf-woman again. When the fey's brambles embed themselves in her newly-grown snout, she slowly turns her head at the offending fey with a threatening growl. She charges into the room...

Perception DC 16: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

...bumping into several mirrors and almost smashing them as she bumbles her way over to the twiggy fey creature and makes a grab for it.

Athletics to Grapple, Courageous Anthem: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 12 + 1 = 32

"Do you want to feed the fires, dearie? Heehee!" A string of drool stretches from her toothy maw and lands on the twig fey's face.

◇ Quick Tempered, ◆ Perception check, ◆ Stride, ◆ Grapple

Sweet little Mrs. Crinkle bursts out of the door to the ladies' room. "Hoo-ee! Don't go in there for a good hour kids. You're gonna wanna let that one air out. --Oh, my, my! Another visitor! Hello dearie. Are you here to join the fun, too? Heehee!" She offers her hand to shake, still slightly damp from washing (thank all the gods, both real and imagined). Her eyes drop to Pappy's shoes, noting that they're definitely not metal boots. "And did I hear you being modest? Come now, sweet cheeks," she winks. It's unclear which cheeks she means. "Surely strapping man like you can pull a few strings when you choose. Heehee!" She cocks her head at the scarecrow, having overheard a thing or two through the thin walls of the restroom.

Diplomacy to Make an Impression: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

"Ooooheeheehee!" Mrs. Crinkle laughs and claps her hands with delight as the fun fey descend. "Oh, yes! Let's finish checking pranks before the bad one shows up. Then we'll have to trounce 'im! But first--I have to use the loo. Can't hold it long when you're this old, you know! Heehee!" And with that, she makes a beeline for one of the stalls in the restroom. Token placed. I assume that's what those little rooms are.

On her way out, Mrs. Crinkle calls to J Dacilane: "Okay, dearie, but we've had good intelligence that a nasty, vicious fey is on the way. Watch out for the metal boots! Anyway, we'll probably have to take a break from mentoring the nice way and show the kiddos how to pummel threats that want to spill their blood. It'll be fun! Heehee!" With a parting wave, she sails out the door to follow Nicodemus.

"Ooo, so we gotta trap 'em and pummel 'em into submission before they hurt the kiddos! Well, looks like we'll get a ruckus going yet! Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle high-fives the fellow-bloodthirsty Gwen and begins looking around for signs of the approaching Mr. Clangyfeets.

Exploration activity: Scout for now. Her shield is in her hand, but not Raised.

Most of what's being said doesn't make much of an impression on Mrs. Crinkle, but a goofy-sounding name sure does. "Ooo, I'll bet Mr. Clangyfeets is a horrible dancer. Heehee! --But seriously, did he mess with the pies? If so, you'd better tell us where he is so we can sick Gwen on him. Heehee!"

I decline to almost-certainly-crit-fail the recall knowledge checks.

As soon as the fight is over, Mrs. Crinkle begins to shrink. The silvery white fur melds back into her skin, her snout sinks back to a human's nose and mouth, and she scrambles to catch the folds of her stretched-out dress as it suddenly becomes way too big for her again. Gathering armfuls of extra material, she begins tying it back into bundles again so she doesn't trip or give anyone an eye-full of what's under it.

Now that Gwen's up and at 'em, Mrs. Crinkle's in a jolly mood. "You 'didn't anticipate the nails'?! How the heck did they get in there, honey? Normally we'd blame spirits for that sort of shenanigan, but if *you're* in the dark who could it be? Are there gremlins afoot? --Oh, thank you, Nicodemus dearie. I had no idea those little hands could make me feel so good! Heehee!" She gives him a wink as he finishes healing her pie-plate-induced wounds, then swipes a bit of cream off her forehead and licks it off her finger. "Mmmm. Still yummy! Heehee!"

Cream from the first pie is stuck in Mrs. Crinkle-Wolf's furry face. Licking her chops, she grins, slavering hungrily. But then Gwen is killed by a nail pie. The long-in-the-tooth lupine, uh, lady(?) looms over the dwarf and bellows: "Enough! How *dare* you ruin a good pie with nails?! Time for *you* to eat one! PIE EATING CONTEST! SHOVE IT DOWN! NOW! Heehee!"

Intimidate DC 23: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Ooo. Almost.

The laugh at the end kind of undermined her scariness. She raises her shield again to avoid a similar fate.

Mrs. Crinkle will ↺ Shield Block the next attack that would hit her. Hardness 5

◆◆ Intimidate the spirits, ◆ Raise Shield, ↺ Shield Block

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"Ow! The pie doesn't hurt, but the plate sure does! Tastes good though. Heehee!" As Mrs. Crinkle speaks, her voice deepens; her face elongates into a snout; silver-white fur unfurls all over her skin; and her plump, petite little body suddenly grows into a tower of rippling muscles*. Unfortunately, her bloodred sweater dress doesn't grow with her. The bunches of fabric pop out of the slipknots that hold them as she fills the formerly-voluminous mass of fabric so tightly that the fibers creak and groan as they strain to hold in her much-more-massive bulk. Raising her shield, she charges the lump in the tablecloth at the far end and yanks the cloth off to reveal what's under there.

* (No mechanical change; just narrative)

Mrs. Crinkle will ↺ Shield Block the next attack that would hit her. Hardness 5

◇ Quick Tempered (Rage), ◆ Raise Shield (AC 23), ◆ Stride, ◆ Interact, ↺ Shield Block

"Ooo! I'll let the first one hit me for flavor. I dearly love a good pie! Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle grabs her shield and prepares to raise it, then bravely (foolhardily?) bustles into the cafeteria toward the bulgy tablecloth.

Red arrows are her intended route. I assume something will happen to interrupt her. She will Raise Shield and Shield Block after one pie hits her in the face.

Mrs. Crinkle stands back and shouts suggestions for improvement. Some of them are very nearly inappropriate for kids. She giggles uproariously when it's apparent that one of the students knows what she's referring to. "Heehee!"

Deception (Disguise) roll, DC 24: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

"OO! OO! OO! Not just impossible locations, but impossible *positions*! Say, does this school use chamberpots? Heehee!" Mrs. Crinkle's eyes are all atwinkle.

Mrs. Crinkle signs the ledger last. The way she forms the letters of her signature evokes a crude image. Her giggles last all the way to the courtyard.

Glimpsing the garishly splashed statues, she claps her hands with glee. "Ooo! Nice paint job! Anyone want to add a pile of brown underneath their rumps? Extra points for bits of yellow in it, to look like corn. Heehee!"