Planescape: Torment!

[Thunderclap]

Oh, Valior. I just left him behind, because he was a total bastard.

How can you not love a man, scratch that, a walking suit of armor powered only by its thirst for justice, who when you ask him who he is, he says:

I am Vhailor. I am a Mercykiller. I am justice.

It is my past. It is my present. It is my future.

All who are guilty shall be punished. I shall not rest until the sentences of the condemned have been carried out.

Mercy is for the weak. Punishment breaks souls and makes them worthy of service to their superiors. When the number of martyrs is great enough, rebellion crumbles.

Know this, and know my heart: There is only one truth in the multiverse. The multiverse shall be sharpened upon the blade of justice. With justice as its whetstone, the multiverse shall achieve perfection.

As I have said of every one who can join your party in P:T, Vhailor FTMFW!

 

[Jintor]

He's too much like my friend IRL, that's why I didn't like him. It's bad enough coping with ONE justice-obsessed walking powerhouse, let alone a VIRTUAL ONE as well.

 

[Laivasse]

Vhailor talks like Numbers.

 

[Jintor]

See, at least I'm very very far away from Numbers. > >

 

[Thunderclap]

He's too much like my friend IRL, that's why I didn't like him. It's bad enough coping with ONE justice-obsessed walking powerhouse, let alone a VIRTUAL ONE as well.

I'd like to meet your friend. And by the way, I figured out the problem quite simply: I noticed a Scroll of Friends in Dak'kon's inventory. He couldn't learn it, being maxed out on spells, but after a little chat with him I remembered everything there is about being a mage, cast "Friends", and like any good friend, convinced Vhailor that suicide would further his career. The frightening thing is, I'm probably right. Oh well, next stop Fhjull Fork-Tongue, the devil forever cursed to be truthful, kind, and a good host!