Bazlak was tall for a dwarf, among the tallest of his people. His girth was likewise large but there was something about the dwarf, he moved with a grace that few elves could match something almost unheard of among dwarfs.

He was among the dwarfs greatest heroes. However if you weren't a dwarf, you've probably not heard of him, unless you were a giant or goblinoid, and then his name would bring fear and loathing.

His image was impressive for a dwarf. He rode upon a horse covered in a mithril chain shirt barding whose hooves floated above the ground and who could ride over water, swamps, marshes or most anything. Traveling at a speed well in excess of what a horse should he could cover more ground in a day than most armies. He was a hammer for the dwarven people, a weapon forged of wars that produced a hero equal to the challenge of the days.

He himself wore a mithril breastplate that shone in the sunlight. His helmet was jewel encrusted. His cloak the color of the earth. The only thing that seemed out of place was a gauntlet that appeared old and rusted. It seemed almost out of place on the majesty of the dwarf. The dwarf carried only three weapons. A pair of twin Dwarven Waraxes and a Light Crossbow. A silver holy symbol of Clangeddin Silverbeard (a pair of crossed battleaxes) hung from his neck clearly visible to all.