| Full Name |
Bazit |
| Race |
Dwarf |
| Classes/Levels |
Cl2 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
49" -- 178 lbs |
| Age |
68 |
| Special Abilities |
Channel Positive Energy 1d6, 4/day, Lore Keeper, Hand of the Acolyte 7/day |
| Alignment |
NG |
| Deity |
Nethys |
| Languages |
Common, dwarven |
| Occupation |
Healer for Hire |
| Strength |
10 |
| Dexterity |
16 |
| Constitution |
12 |
| Intelligence |
10 |
| Wisdom |
18 |
| Charisma |
8 |
About Bazit
The first thing you notice about Bazit is that he is ugly. Butt-ugly. And Bald. With a birthmark shaped like the Nethys holy symbol on his forehead
Bazit is the kid who was so ugly his mom tied a steak around his neck so the dogs would play with him. His mom abandoned him at the temple after seeing the strange spot on his forehead as a sign that he was indeed Nethys Own.
Bazit is a very strange dwarf. Many dwarves can sing; he thinks he can . . . but he cannot carry a tune in a suit of adamentine plate. Most dwarves love their ale / mead / beer/whatever form alcohol takes. Bazit, after a practical joke played on him in the monastery by a student alchemist, now gets violently ill whenever he drinks anything with alcohol.
