User:Belisarius17/sgt erikson
Sgt Erikson: The revenants
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Sgt Erikson DSS Satellite Phone NUMBER 886-8328 Formerly taken in by the Rolt Heights Vigilante Patrol, Sgt Erikson has moved on and is looking for a new group to join but will always be a staunch supporter of his friends in the Vigilantes. As a soldier stationed at army base when the quarantine laws came into effect, you've been sent in on a general reconnaissance and patrol mission. You've been airdropped into the suburb of Rolt Heights, with orders to cooperate with other military personnel to protect any surviving civilians in the area. A former Army small arms specialist, Sgt Erikson carries the Walther/S&W Polymer based .45 cal with only six rounds in the seven round magazine because according to him: " You save wear on the clips and prevent a stovepipe type jam. Hell, the .45 APC stops Ol'Uncle Zed in his tracks, so there is plenty of time to reload...unless the Zeds start learning to shoot back....now THAT would really be a problem!!! http://rhvp.oniwabanshuu.com/yabb/YaBB.pl?action=login
Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [as Herger offers a mead horn] I can taste neither the fermentation of grape, nor of wheat. [Herger laughs] Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: What? Why do you laugh? Herger the Joyous: [laughing, and handing over the bottle] HONEY! It's made from honey!
[Ahmahd is given a Viking sword] Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: I cannot lift this. Herger the Joyous: Grow stronger.
