Born into the opulent depths of the Gold-Grinder Mining Conglomerate, Bazzlewick was raised to view the world as a series of balance sheets. As a Prince of the Deep Tunnels, he spent his youth perfecting the 'efficiency' of labor. However, the epiphany that shattered his world didn't come from a sermon, but from a ledger. While auditing a 'Standard Indentured Agreement' for a local hamlet, Bazz realized the interest rates were mathematically designed to ensure the debt could never be repaid—a literal, legal shackle that bound generations to the dark. He watched as his father signed the order to seize a widow’s last goat for a debt of three copper pieces. In that moment, the 'divine right' of the conglomerate felt like a blasphemy against the very concept of value.
Bazzlewick did not spark a bloody revolution; he did something far more terrifying to his kin. He walked into the Great Vault, used his royal signet to authorize the immediate cancellation of every predatory debt in the district, and then melted the signet ring in a forge. He left the mountain with nothing but his armor and a massive, leather-bound journal. He realized that true sovereignty belongs to the individual, and that any contract which robs a soul of its agency is an affront to the cosmic order.
Now, Bazzlewick wanders the surface world as a knight-clerk. He views 'Law' and 'Chaos' as mere tools, caring only for the sanctity of Fair Exchange. To Bazz, a bribe is just a non-traditional tax for freedom, and a sword is just a heavy pen used to cross out names in a slaver's manifest. He carries a heavy warhammer, but he prefers his charcoal pencil—after all, a rewritten contract can free a city more effectively than a siege engine.