Dazzle was born in tribe of Dezun acolytes. No one expected him be be any special among his kind. Many made fun of him because despite his young age Dazzle decided to take final ritual - a ritual so dangerous and unpredictable that many of Dezun's followers didn't survive it. It was a time when his tribe was divided and there was none that could lead young adepts. After decision to pass the trial Dazzle left his village for many years. An unexpected deed indeed as acolytes were prepared by the elders whom they served years before the trial. Most thought he died in the wilderness, others found weird patterns in jungle. Hunters saw light and heard strange noises as they were sneaking through the jungle.


None suspected that one day Dazzle would return to his Village, silently, solemnly, refusing to pay tribute to the elders. He simply stood on the ceremonial ground, silently drawing runes and circles on its sacred earth. With the last stroke of the pattern he looked up from his work for the first time since he arrived in the village. Flames erupted from the ground and consumed Dazzle, flames the like of which have never seen before. They cast darkness - not light - on the primitive huts nearby. The Fire blotted out the sun and the stars for a day and a night. As a new morning dawned Dazzle reappeared in the dying flame's ashes. Hours in this world equal years in Nothl Realm, forged in the flames by none other than Dezun himself Dazzle became Highest Priest of his order. One who will unite the tribe. One who will bring darkness into hearts of his enemies.