larryfinnjr
First Post
Tears streaming down her face, Ches whips her head up, her hair slopping mud along Surge's legs. Finding nothing changed, the tears burst forth anew, the sight of this world is almost too much for her. Damn this filthy, piss-washed hamlet and these filthy, piss-washed orcs. Still dejected, Ches raises her left hand, screws up her resolve and intones a prayer to the spirit of Frank.
"Frank, I need your help. I can't believe I'm saying that. I don't cherish asking, but I need that pus-filled stain upon this world to burst into flames and die the most terrible of deaths in all the Nine Hells. I know you can help me, Frank. You helped teach me the intricacies of all manner arcane. Guide my spell, guide this wretch to Cania. I can't bathe until they all die, it all comes crashing down in another pout.
More fire rages within the tiefling and she attempts to engulf the hostage-taker Bledso with her infernal flames, but he's simply too quick or just too lucky to feel the burn. Crushed again by failure, Ches falls to the earth, whimpering and 'praying' to Frank Almighty.
In response, The Hand of Frank materializes before the dejected Ches. Gently, it lifts her chin and with the the back of itself, wipes away the tears, brushing her hair back. Then, suddenly, it rises and slaps her full force across the face. Stunned, agape, Ches watches as gives her a thumbs up, pats her on the head, and with a <snap!>, vanishes.
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