Inquisitor,
So much to say, so little space. How could I forget all the memories you've created, sponsored, fostered, in your time on NWN? First there was Kelithon, with his duel shortswords and his padded armor, summoning his panther while he was about to make the killing blow on Sulla, and then gettying slay livinged horribly. It was rought, but it was alright, because you'd later bring Kelithon back for the prospect of hot Internet relations with a Kiaring character. And he had a beard. And then, there was the priest of Velsharoon. Made in an effort to jump on the Pyatt Pree levelling frenzy, and ride him for loot and XP. Except you got too scared, so you ran and hid in the cemetary with your slay livings. Waiting for that vindication that just didn't come! But he had sleek, silvery and black armor, so it was all good.
And now, my friend, we come to that pivotal pinnacle of characters that no one can forget. Hilinar Tord. His last name rhyming with a crude moniker for human excrements. A massive, flaming axe, that did lots of damage. And that lovely accent. Oh, and the flirtation with Minna. And that six charisma leadership talent. Hilinar was the type of dwarf you could count on, with his axe, his damage, and his six charisma. He was a character that was memorable, a character to be proud of. In many ways, he embodied you, Inquisitor, and I hope you bring his virtues with you into the rough and tumble military world. There was that other dwarf bard you made in an effort to-well, he's nothing next to Hilinar, so we won't go into him.
Anyway, now we come to EfU. You had that Drow, who went by the absurd human nickname and tried to snuggle Dash's priestess. He was but a pale foreshadow of what was to come-Ivandur, the lion of Nobanion, the pride of the Purple Pard. 13 strength, aged demeanor, level nine... he was a powerhouse, and he was the ideal you want to be, Inquisitor. You may have gone back to the dwarves now, but don't lose sight of that, and meld Ivandur and Hilinar into the massive man you want to be.
Ultimately, Inquisitor, with this recap, I'm trying to say that you're a man of many tastes, many talents, a wide, broad variety of fertile fields spreading out before you. From the valleys of California to the halls of Quizno's, you came, you saw, you conquered. Sometimes. Most of the time you just made snarky comments and ran to brag about them on IRC. But I digress-you're the future, Inquisitor. You're a proud young American man, about to go serve his country.
I wish you all the best, and my thoughts and prayers go with you. Vayas con Dios, Inquisitor-stay safe, stay hale, stay hearty, and come back a better man-and come back a -man,- if you know what I mean. European chicks are the win.
Ultimately, though, therockage is all I've got to give, and you've earned all of it and more. You rock the casbah 24/7.
Rock on, Inquisitor.