Lowri Ann Davies
speaker
657 appearances
5 recordings
1 series
first heard Mar 2026
last heard 27 Aug
Lowri Ann Davies’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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"'You're a sorcerer, so how come you only have a basic sword and armour?'
Frankie furrowed her brow, looking down at herself, a protest already dancing on the tip of her tongue.
Her character had always been kitted out in a mithril robe, and she had begged Clive for the unlock code for the Phoenix Cry Lance, and... And right now, she was wearing a dull brown leather tunic.
A bland steel sword hung at her side in a too-big scabbard.
What?
No, I... She looked back at Cole, but instead of the chainmail-clad knight, four humongous empty eye sockets bared down on Frankie from within a mangled skull twice as tall as she was.
Its massive jaws parted as wheezing breaths sent its whole form shivering.
Frankie froze.
The horror did not.
It raised one spindly arm wrapped in ribbons of broken chainmail, then slammed its massive palm upon Frankie, crushing her head down through her body and into her feet.
Sheer agony ignited in a white-hot second of delirium.
But almost as soon as it started, Frankie was thrown back into her digital body, as good as new once more.
Gasping for breath, she only had time to clock those four empty eye sockets again before the skull's mouth opened, acid bile pouring out and engulfing her.
Just like before, searing pain erupted through her before she landed back into her respawned digital body.
The echoes of pain drove her to her hands and knees, lungs burning in memory of the torrent of acid.
The nightmare plucked her from the ground and dropped her into its open maw, subjecting her to the torture of its grinding teeth for several lifetime-like minutes, before she respawned yet again.
This time, Frankie screamed and threw her hands forward, aiming to cast the deletion spell she had relied upon so often, but her hands, shaking and now scarred with teeth marks, summoned nothing at all.
A rumbling laugh coiled around her, weaving through the shadows of the trees that witnessed her torture in silence.
Playing God for a minute makes a lifetime as a human seem so grey, does it not?
The laughing creature bellowed.
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