Wherein your humble scribe presents a couple of characters he whipped up in honor of the arrival of his print copy of Mini Six. For the record, it should be noted that I have never played a single D6 game of any vintage by any publisher. I only bought into Mini Six because I was so impressed with the effort the AntiPaladin Games guys put into it and I love nice light systems to tinker with. Oh, and the subtle little Warren Zevon reference in the rulebook makes me happy.
Molnara found Darghast face down in a pool of filthy rainwater in the alley behind the Flagrant Fox. She noted that he was short a couple of teeth when she lifted him up with her giant hands, and as she slung the rogue over her shoulder the stench of Fool’s Own brandy that emanated from his every pore was so thick as to be nearly visible.
“Tsk, tsk, Darg. You really shouldn’t go to this part of town without me, you know,” the warrior gently lectured her friend in her rough & smokey voice.
“Grnshp. ButIwaswinnng. Before. Uuuungh.”
“Sure you were, Darg. And I’m sure you weren’t cheating at all. And that’s certainly not why Krogan and his boys treated you to a visit to the alley,” she continued as she made her way through the midnight streets of the Plum Street district, winding through its less dangerous sections to try to get back to their rooms at the Old Boar’s.
“Fnshwa. NalvinandSandohadmback,” Darghast slurred, stifling a laugh that would only have caused his head to hurt more.
“Nalvin and Sando? You really shouldn’t put your faith in friends like that pair. It doesn’t matter how well connected you think you are, Darg. No one likes a cheater. Not here in Franziltown, anyway.”
“Franziltown! Wemightwnnleavbefore. Sunnnup…”
Molnara stopped dead in her tracks and hauled Darghast’s limp form from her broad back. She held his nearly insensate form directly in front of her face, her eyes narrowed, her jaw set.
“What. Did. You. Do, Darg?”
“What? Hunsding? What does that mean, Darg?”
In later days Molnara would often remind him of what happened next. Of how he had emptied the sad contents of his guts on the ground (and her) and passed out completely just as the three Huntsmen stepped out of the darkness where they had been waiting for the rogue and the warrior, swords glinting in the moonlight. Of how she had single-handedly defeated two of them with her axe and send the third running back to his Guildmaster with one less ear for eavesdropping. And of how she had managed to get them clear of Franziltown before the Guild could properly deal with them. All while Darghast slept like a baby, snoring loudly and occasionally muttering softly to himself.
Skills: Persuasion 4D+2, Streetwise 4D+2, Sword 3D+2, Pickpocket 4D+1, Dodge 5D+1
Gear: Sword (5d+1)
Static: Dodge 16, Block 8, Parry 11
Body Points: 30
Armor: Leather (2) & Shield ( 4)
Skills: Brawling 5D, Axe 6D, Dodge 4D+1, Tracking 2D+2, Ride 3d+1, Courage 3d+1
Gear: Axe (7D)
Static: Dodge 10, Block 15, Parry 18
Body Points: 36
Armor: Chainmail (6) & Shield (4)