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He felt everything on a level that could never truly be explained in words love and despair flooded Soul as the emotions became associated with with different words and images. In that moment he understood more about Silvan than any other pony he had let live. He saw his father,and his brother burials, felt the sadness and the disdain for his mother and sister. So much, it hit him hard, this was the first time Soul Slasher had used the Necrosa Tomori's power that way, but it was well worth it.

He lay there on his back on the grass, eyes locked with Silvan as the emotions associated with their lives flowed free. Soul Slasher dispelled the chains around Silvan's legs and sent his Aishanidari into the ether.

"I envy you," he said laying there on his back. "My father was a monster, and I know nothing of my mother." he said sadly, letting his mind wonder.

He mused on the subject, Silvan wasn't with the empire anymore, exiled his power was non existent. His heart was also pure, but strengthened by the acceptance of his faults and a life that knows pains. He had no reason to kill him.

Silvan's agility was spot on, as he dodged Soul Slasher's strike. Soul Slasher hadn't expected to contact anything anyway; however the dodge was impressive few had the skill to defend against his speed. Still he had cunning though.

"So the Empress' child disappoints and gets disowned because he shows compassion to those in his charge instead of stomping on them like maggots," Necrosa Timori's ghostly blade slid effortlessly into the earth where Silvan once stood. He allowed himself to be carried by the momentum as he called his weapon back into the plane of the living. "Those whose role is to nurture and lick our wounds often make the deepest cuts." he said in an understanding tone.

Soul Slasher had felt the cold sting of a parents betrayal, it was a thing that left a scar on ones very being...He could feel the passion in behind the Princes's words and knew them to be true.

The prince had taken the feint, with his weapon solid and plenty of forward momentum he could use it to pole vault over the incoming cross slash. Now on the other side of the charging prince and looking at his back side he shifted his weapon into the spirit plane again, "Troubled souls are chained to this word!" he declared as he ripped the ghost scythe from the ground calling up phantom chains to grab at the prince's legs. He landed on his back, as the chains sped toward Silvan, Soul Slasher lashed out with a wide slash from his scythe in an attempt to take the legs out from under his opponent.

"So if not for the Empire, why are you out here?" He yelled through a grunt. "Your stride has purpose, meaning, what do you seek?" He asked as both of his attacks closed in on Silvan.

This cloaked pony, Shadowcloak, spoke up before he even had a chance to open his mouth.

"Whatcha mean slow on the draw?" he said to the gem on his gauntlet. He watched as the cloaked pony simply cut into the conversation much to the chagrin of Wrency. At least he learned her name before whatever he said pissed the mare off. She kicked Shadowcloak to the floor and leveled her flux glove at the pony who in turn raises a dagger to her throat which became a bouquet of flowers.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Was Charger's only response. "So you have trouble controlling the stability of energy in subsequent attempts to replicate your invention?" He asks awkwardly in an to bring tempers back in line.

"Now that that's over," He said looking at Wrency. "I'm Silver Charger, nice to meet you." He extended a hoof out for a friendly shake.

He could understand the prince's feelings, but Soul Slasher was a warrior. Words were hollow to him, in his heart he believed truth lay in battle.

"This...Is a battle of understanding," Soul Slasher said. "I don't seek to sate my blade's hunger, only to gather truths and test the purity of your soul." Both ponies eyed each other relaxed but ready for anything.

Soul Slasher studied Silvan's stance, the Prince was well learn, he could see that this fight would be fierce. He'd have to play to his strengths, unpredictably. He raised his scythe high and dashed forward, propelled by the powerful muscles sculpted through years of combat. He prepared a powerful strike as he flew forward causing his blade to pulse with bluish white wisps. He reached the prince, and stared into his eyes as he feed his opponent his feeling of murderous intent.

"You claim to no longer be a successor to the throne, what changed?!" he bellowed, his voice burning with the passion of battle. Soul Slasher brought his Scythe down on Silvan, but unbeknownst to the prince the attack was ethereal, the blade would simply pass through him doing no physical harm, a feint in a way.

He studied the prince for a moment before finally speaking up. "No, we are all fallible." He said. "Nopony is perfect." He stared into Silvan's eyes, sizing up the pony.

The revelation that he was no longer in line to a successor to the throne caught him off guard. "If what you say is true, what is your business out here and why does a Nightingale still accompany you?"

Soul Slasher held out his right front hoof and called out to his weapon. The grass around him began to wither and die, each blade turning brown then grey until it could do nothing but blow away in the wind. A long black pole materialized in front of Soul Slasher's hoof, dreadful energy flowed from the pole spreading dread across. The blade of his scythe materialize in a flash of golden fire, a cocaphony of tortured ghostly wails filled the air, everypony every felled by the blade song in concert. He leveled the terrible weapon at Silvan, ethereal wisps of grey smoke rose from the blade of the weapon in a constant ballet of trapped and mangled souls.

He sensed the same sincerity and purity from Silvan's soul that he did before when he studied him. To Soul Slasher, there was only one way to truly test the merits of one's heart though, his magical sense could be fooled, but the feelings shared between foes locked in mortal combat could never be falsified. The truth would not escape him.

"Call your blade." He said calmly.

He'd watched him closely all night, waiting for this moment. Silvan had left his guard as was now alone.

He listened in on what he assumed was a very personal outward monologue for the pegasus. Though standing in the open the Terror of Death rune allowed him to remain to undetected, combined with honed natural stealth skills he was hidden from both the natural senses and magical senses. He had the decency to allow Silvan to finish his self reflection before he revealed himself.

He seemed to emerge from the shadow as the magic that kept him hidden faded away.

"Silvan," he said, his eyes burning gold in the darkness. "We need to talk."

A cloaked pegasus sat quietly in the lobby of the inn. The pony had nothing better to do at the moment other then to bide his time in idleness until his next "job" was revealed to him. Swiping his hoof across his head, he pull back the hood of his beige cloak; a light-beige mane fell over the face of a taupe colored stallion, just barely obscuring his golden yellow eyes from view. The stallion closed his eyes in elation as he sniffed in the delicate smell of his hard cider, oh how he loved his lazy days. He raised his tankard up to his mouth and prepare to down the entire thing in a single swig- He heard the sounds of ponies falling to there knees as if some great burden had befallen every single mare and stallion present. He cocked his right ear to try and find the source of disturbance.

A distinguished looking pegasus pony casually strutted through the doors of the inn and in his tow was what as obviously one of the empires Nightingales and some scrawny earth pony, but the pegasus is who really caught his attention. The taupe pony's eyes nearly popped out of his head as realization hit him. That's Silvan Dragoran, Prince of Ravens. What is he doing out here? He questioned. He watched with shining yellow eyes as Silvan stepped up to the innkeeper and paid for room and board for his party. It appears that they will be staying here for the night, a blessing in disguise. Soul Slasher tapped his bond with his aishanidari to access what small amount of power from its rune he could channel from it at such a range. His eyes glowed dimly and true to his name he peered into Silvan's soul, he was taken aback, not from the atrocities the stallion had commited, but by the sanctity of his spirit. He sensed nothing corrupt about the stallion he had done bad things, but he regretted them. He wasn't like other imperials, but he was still and enemy, he wouldn't make a lethal move against him without an order from The Night Children, but he did intend on cornering and questioning the stallion.

He stood up and began to trot away to his room, he needed to prepare for tonight. Inebriation could wait.

Charger trotted over to Wrench and unceremoniously lifted up her front right hoof to begin examining her flux glove. "Through a dragon you say," Charger chuckles to himself quietly. Niv-Mizzert is the only dragon anyone's seen in thousands of years. He thought, but it's pretty common for ponies to mistake drakes or wurms for dragons. He turned the device over a few times in his hooves. "This is marvelous, I should look at my fellow Izzet more if they are staring to make advances in energy control like this."

The gem comes to life once more and speaks directly into his mind.

"Since when have I cared about what was rude?" He said to no one in particular. "Ok fine."

"You created this right, What's your name?"

"That's it," GearShift said as she turned to face Neon. "Neon, what's bothering you? Not even thirty minutes ago you were jumping happily as you told me about glow sticks." She said as she stared into Neon's eyes.

"Oh free? My favorite price!" Charger took a mushroom and popped it into his mouth he shivered a little at it powerful taste. "Whoa, these crazy good." The gem on his gauntlet started to pulse

"Stop being like that, you already know you can't eat anyway," He said with a full mouth. "Bar Keep, how about a full order of those stuffed mushrooms and a mead?" The gem on Chargers mushroom started to flip out and flash wildly.

"Well excuse me for being biologic Azumeril," He said with a snicker. "P.s. I'm doing this to spite you."

Silver Charger notices the Boros stallion eyeing everyone in the room intently. His face is scowling ever so slightly, he looks to him then to the firearm he carries then to the other Izzet pony. Realization hits him like a ton of bricks and he finally sees what was so funny. Charger can't help but burst into laughter while staring directly at Pantheon.

[colour=#000000]Name: Crystal Cove/ Soul Slasher[/colour]

[colour=#000000]Sex: Male[/colour]

[colour=#000000]Age: Stallion[/colour]

[colour=#000000]Species: Pegasus[/colour]

[colour=#000000]Nationality: Coltaran[/colour]

[colour=#000000]Organization: The Night Children[/colour]

[colour=#282828]Social Class: Former High Blood[/colour]

[colour=#000000]Eye colour: Silver[/colour]

[colour=#000000]Coat colour: Taupe [/colour]

[colour=#000000]Mane/tail: Light Beige[/colour]

[colour=#000000]Physique: Lithe[/colour]

[colour=#000000]Cutie Mark/Destiny Mark: Black, red, and gold demon with a scythe.[/colour]

[colour=#000000][/colour]

[colour=#000000]Origin/Residence: Formerly Ashen Gate/Wanderer[/colour]

[colour=#000000]Occupation: Assassin[/colour]

[colour=#000000]Personality: Enjoys death, but not killing. He believes that death in service of a cause is the greatest honor. Patient, calculating, and ruthless (to a degree). When on a mission he is but a shell of himself, but when he's not advancing the Night Children's goals he allows himself a somewhat normal life.[/colour]

[colour=#000000]Family: Only son of the pegasus Honor Bound, a highly respected general of the EVA. His mother died giving birth to him (His mother named him with her dying breath), causing his father life long grief. Honor Bound blamed his son for the death of his wife. This lead to Crystal Cove being neglected and abused by his father. His father is now deceased, slain by Crystal Cove's blade. [/colour]

[colour=#000000]Background Story: His early life was hard, the beatings and the emotional neglect made him a very withdrawn colt. One day, when home alone, the Crystal Cove picked up one of his father's regular short swords. He took to the blade like a dragon to the skies, he posed and swung the sword around mimicking the forms he had seen his father practice. Happiness rushed through him as he went through the motions with the blade, "If only I was stronger, like dad, maybe he'd look at me, maybe he'd stop hitting me." He thought. Crystal Cove swung the sword at the door to his home where his father soon entered. He immediately dropped the blade and pleaded with the awe stricken stallion, he didn't want the pain to come, but it never did. Honor Bound grabbed his son up in a large hug and cried. "We have much to talk about son, I-I never knew you had such potential."[/colour]

[colour=#000000]From that day forward for the next 11 years Honor Bound took his son under his wings and put him through rigorous training, no longer were their beatings, now there were sparing matches; No more neglect, now there was arduous exercise and bountiful meals afterward. Every moment of Crystal Cove's life was filled with happiness, his father loved him and that's all he ever wanted. His fighting skills continued to develop into it's own style, wide arcs and slow power strikes combined with pegasus agility, vicious hoof to hoof styles, and daft bladework. The result was an unorthodoxed style that was both hard to read, and hard to utilized because no training weapon truly fit with him.[/colour]

[colour=#000000]On his 16th birthday, during a sparring match with his father he gained the upper hand, he stared into his fathers eyes with a soul rending gaze and finally defeated his master. The moment his father fell defeated his chest burned with pride, he rubbed himself and looked at his chest, seeing his Destiny Mark he fainted on the spot.[/colour]

[colour=#000000]When he awoke He found his father knelt beside him and presenting the him with an[/colour] aishanidari. "I never thought this day would come," he said as he raised the weapon to his son. Crystal Cove accepted the weapon, once in his hooves the weapon pulsed to life and shifted form into a great scythe, a weapon like nopony had seen before nearly It's pole handle was nearly as long as Crystal as was its blade. He prepared to think of his destined name, but his father stopped him. "Allow me son, from what I saw today I feel that the name Soul Slasher is perfect. Your gaze cuts into the souls of stallions and you ferocity in battle cuts into their hearts, now you have a blade worthy of your skill in which to reap your enemies with."

Crystal was immediate enlisted into the army and was soon in service directly under his father. Most of the time it was boring inane duties. But when Crystal was twenty the largest rebellion the empire had ever seen erupted and he fought side by side with his father on the frontlines. For three years they slaughtered rebels rebels back to back as father and son. He believe in the empire.

One day during a purge while they looked for Night's Children he actually looked at what he was doing, these were unarmed citizen, he didn't even know if any of them had done anything wrong. Night's Children was the alleged villains, so why were the heroes the ones committing mass murder? He couldn't do this, he wouldn't. He voiced his concerns to his father, he was rewarded with a back hoof and harsh words for his trouble. He pushed back this time, he was no foal his father would not force him to do anything.

The argument turned into an all out fight between father and son, blades clashed and blood was spilled but in the end the elder won out. She was sat down, bloody and beaten in front of his comrades and friends and berated by his father. Honor Bound held Souls Slasher's own aishanidari to his sons throat and whispered in his ear "You killed her - I brought you into the battlefields to watch you die, but It seems that I get do the honor myself." Wide eyed Soul Slasher closed his eyes and let the tears stream freely, he was resolved to his fate. "What have I been fighting for?" He asked himself as his father slide the scythe blade across his jugular. As he felt to the ground, life fading from his eyes quickly, he re evaluated his life. The one thing he had always wanted, that he thought he had, never existed and was unobtainable. He'd lived a lie, all his heart desired now was to reap his fathers eternal soul.

His father left his lifeless body there in the middle of the purged town. That day proved that aishanidari and pony could be more than just weapon and wielder. The bond he had with his aishanidari and the magic within the weapon stitched his wounds just enough to keep him alive. Hours later he awoke, the memory of what had happened rushed back to him, bringing the tears with them. He ran over to the house where they actually did find evidence of Nights Children and poured through books and notes until he found the Night Children's summoning ritual. He didn't care if his reasons were selfish all he wanted was revenge. He drew his own blade and slashed his wrists and quickly made the circle for the ritual. A darkspawn appeared before him and put Soul slasher through the binding vows of the Night Children.

[colour=#3D3D3D]1. I swear to serve the Great Lord in life and death. 2. I swear to uphold the laws of the Children, and denounce my previous oaths. 3. I swear to never tell the secrets of the Great Lord and the Night Children.[/colour]

[colour=#3d3d3d]The vows made, and the necessary information passed down the darkspawn was dispelled leaving Soul Slasher to pass out.[/colour]

A week later he attended his first gathering attended, yet his status was not unknown and he was tasked with assassinating General Honor Bound. He took this task with bright eyes, eager for his revenge. He met his father in the dead of night in their old home. He attacked the general head on and dueled him to a near stalemate. He locked eyes with his father and the old stallion froze, and in that moment of hesitation Soul Slasher decapitated him. He hung Honor Bound's corpse from the house for all to see, he had his revenge.

He had no home anymore and he definitely couldn't return to an honest living in the, so her went underground and traveled constantly, answering the Night Children's call whenever he heard it. They weren't mindless killers like the army and from the Specter didn't command entire races to be killed off or persecuted. So he contributed to heartily, even if all he could donate was bodies.

A year of service later he found himself on a mission with the target being an imperial family member, a mare who specialized in advanced runecasting, who allegedly had access to a vault containing the two Likael'Maga. This however, was no more than an imperial ploy to draw out the Night Children. Soul Slasher ambushed the noble mare, who revealed the entire plot to him stating that she did only to protect her daughter who was a unicorn. While talking to the mare they were both ambushed by soldiers who declared her a traitor for telling Soul Slasher about the plan. The assassin killed soldiers and told the mare to tell him where her daughter was. She told him that her daughter was to being held at her home my the army. She lead him there an he slaughtered every soldier that stood between them. He released the young unicorn filly and watched the family reunite. His scythe pulsed with light while watching the two. A raven flashed into existence on the the pole of his weapon, At that moment he understood what he was fighting for. The noble grabbed her things and Soul Slasher helped her escape the city. They traveled for a week together searching for a safe place for them settle. During that time, as payment for his actions, the noble mare took Soul Drinker's aishanidari and carved powerful necromancy runes into it. Allowing it to live up to his masters name. He now had a blade that could drink the souls of those he fell, and recall them or their energies for his use. He found the family a home far to the north of the empire. He never learned their names.

With his new weapon in hand he serves the Specter and reaps the souls of the corrupt empire.

Simic pony yay!

Edit: I see from the beginning of the first RP that Stallier is both Darkwing and the Specter.

For some reason I cant edit, but I figured it out. as you can see.

But I still have questions.

Also I have to ask, what exactly are the Baraki, some sort of canine like creature I assume right? So seeing as the dimensions are split are they what the Diamond Dogs were before all the split, seeing as they are the only possible canis race in this whole thing.

As the the Night Children are they organized and if so how, who does one come into contact with to become affiliated with them and exactly what kinds of things do they do to further their goals?

Also what do you consider spacial magic, since I think we have different Ideas of what that encompasses that or combined we both think it encompasses the same things.

I'm a world builder as well so believe me when I say If I have a question It's coming out. Lol.

I'm that guy in CIS 212 that asked a question everytime the instructor stops talking.

Yeah make your OC and jump in!

Oh wow this is so well thought out that have to be a part of this. I commend you on this lore, It's excellent feels like I'm reading a omnibus of collected canon from a novel series.

So my question is who is the Specter? He wasn't mentioned in the lore story or did I miss something?

I will make two characters when I have a free moment.

The sky is just so interesting today. Silver Charger thought as he tried to stave off the unbelievable levels of boredom he was feeling. The gem in his steam gauntlet pulsed rhythmically, catching the young stallion's attention.

"Pfft! as if, you know me better than that Azumeril, beside the Izzet have more than enough people to act as steam pushers, they don't need me helping too." He rolled to his side to give his chest some small reprieve from the sun.

He'd been lounging on the roof everyday for nearly a week, just watching the city. Niv-Mizzet hadn't given him any jobs lately and standard public works service didn't catch his fancy at all, so he ditched it at every possible turn. Down the ways was a bar that had been under construction for a bit, but now seemed finished and open. Well after seeing two ponies enter he assumed it was open. He rustled around on his jacket/makeshift blanket, trying to get comfortable. He brought his right hoof to his face just in time to see it once again pulsing to life.

"Hmm, I guess you're right, I'm not doing anything better." The taupe pony stood up and dusted himself off and ran a hoof through his smooth light beige mane. He huffed into his goggles and cleaned them off with a small cloth. He stared at his reflection in the glass and gave himself a cocky smirk. "Looking good there." He said to himself. The gem on his gauntlet began to pulse furiously. "Shuddup! Who needs a marefriend, I've got better things to do." As if laughing the uncontrollably the gem began pulsing and flashing randomly. "Whatever, I'm headed to the bar."

Sliver Charger Snatched up his leather coat and tossed on across his back lazily, unlike most Izzet he worn a half lidded expression and trotted with a gait that screamed 'I dont care'. His coat and goggles swished freely from side to side as he walked to the bar.

He opened the door to the bar and scanned the the ponies inside. Not many were present; There was a stallion in armor with a spear and shield next to him, Obviously Boros; Then there was a cloaked pony who was helping a mare back up on to her stool, who could be either with the Cult of Rakdos or House Dimir; finally there was the mare, she was Izzet, he didn't recognize her, but it didn't matter to him. Most other Izzet League ponies though of him a pathetic loafer or a weirdo that spends his time talking to elementals anyway.

The scene was amusing to him and he had a good laugh at the trying to figure out what the mare could've possibly thought was funny enough to fall straight of her seat. He trotted up to lazily and took a seat near the other ponies.

"Just like me to walk in after the joke," He said to others as he got comfortable.

I promise you I can't find it what section is it in?

Edit: I found it! wow, didn't even know there was a section right there.

Jump on in Ciraxis.

A few notes on how the some of the Guilds have changed, if any. Mainly it's race of the leaders.

Judge Azor the first, as well as Razia of the Boros Legion: both Alicorns.

Szadek of House Dimir now a Changeling. It makes too much sense.

Rakdos the Defiler, bringer of chaos? Draconequus.

Borborygmos, now Minotaur.

The Choros of the Conclave is unchanged, still a hive mind of assorted ponies.

Same as the Ghost Council of Orzhov and Svogthos, who is still an immortal zombie head.

The Izzets here should be happy to know that absolutely nothing changed. Still a Dragon. Still the biggest brain on the planet.

The Simic, who I can find no immortals for, I'm still working on, though not so much as nobody is playing a Simic yet.

For anyone who's OC is going to be with Selesnya Conclave here is a list of some of their locals and philosophy.

The Simic combine don't need 'immortals' in the natural sense they can transfer the entire essence of a person into another premade body with the use of cytoplast if they want.

Also you can go people can go to the wiki which has links to stories and lore on the guilds at the bottom of their respective pages.

Well. That's done. Door's open, folks. Enjoy the party.

What are you saying here? Did you make the thread?

GearShift looked at the pony and could only sigh in her mind. If only ponies were like machines, I'd have this figured out in a heartbeat. She thought. "hmm. I'll leave you to your thoughts then." She continued to walk with the group but Neon's silent contemplation still seemed strange to her.

Just don't break anything...there are two Izzet here.

"Likewise," she said finishing up the shake. "Seems it's time to get this discussion on the road."

GearShift fell in with Lore and Neon as they headed towards the sitting area. "You being kind of quite there Neon, what's up?"

Lunestia (Luna x Celestia) = kill with fire!

ScootaBelle (Scootaloo x Sweetie Belle) = Sweetie Belle is best filly how dare they!?

Celestia x Big Mac (I dont even...)

Twilight x Rainbow Dash (I actually works, but I don't like it at all)

Derpy x Anyone except for Dr. Whooves (because that's what the fandom has drilled into my head)

Twilight x Chrysalis

That's about it really...But all above ships need to sink to the bottom of the mariana trench then burn.

Alicorn has been drilled into my head, I can't lose the word.

Total Eclipse,http://wiki.mtgsalva...le/Izzet_Leaguehave a look at this because we can base characters around this and it should work.

Oh and to Kirby. Is this going in the 18+? Just a thought.

Haha, I'm I bit ahead of you it seems.

Which makes me feel even guiltier. My day off sucked. For lots of reasons. But I'm going to work on my nice big intro for you guys tomorrow during my downtime at work. Rest assured, this will be up and running absolutely positively as soon as possible. So get excited! Get me psyched! Tell me what's on your minds about those characters you're cooking up!

Well this is what I have right now

Name: Silver Charger

Sex: Male

Age: Young Stallion

Appearance: Taupe colored coat with a dark beige mane and yellow eyes. wears Izzet League

Attire. (Has a small steam pack on his side, a steam powered/gem controlled gauntlet on his left

foreleg, and elegant form fitting light and dark striped burgundy body suit, a gold bordered blue and burgundy leather jacket.)

Species: Earth Pony

Physique: Average build

Cutie Mark: Tangled ball of interlocking tubes with red and blue mana flowing through them.

Origin/Residence: Ravnica

Occupation: Aiding in the management of the systems that keep modern infrastructure and convenience up and running. Such as water and heating.

Motivation: Loyalty to Niv-Mizzet, to bring enough glory to the Izzet League so that the general populace stops looking at them like over glorified mechanics.

Likes: Learning about mana flow, studying machinery, doing things his own way, finding unorthodox solutions.

Dislikes: Following orders as given

Flaws: Impulsive, lazy demeanor

Personality: Buries himself in work and talks to his weirds frequently earning him many funny looks. He is a loyal agent of Niv-Mizzert (even though he doesn’t always follow instructions given to him through the fire mind) and always gets his tasks done.

Character summary: As a newborn foal, Silver Charger's parents abandoned and him to the care of the Izzet Guild Mages. The Izzet don't make the best parents but they make excellent teachers, as a young colt the league found that he had a talent for energy manipulation and conjuring elementals. Like all Izzet he is a master machinist and bright inventor, but his true talent is with the forces behind the technology. Energy dances at his hooves commanded the same one would command an automaton and the forging or elementals was as natural to him as breathing. Skills Niv-Mizzert took notice.

Once he turned 18 Niv-Mizzet sent him on a mission, sabatoge the heating systems to cause a high profile cult building to burn down, the dragon's test was mostly for amusement he did not expect the youth to succeed. When he not only succeeded, but neutralized the Cult members that came after him Niv-Mizzet granted him entry into the firemind. Now performing public maintenance is but a cover, his real occupation is performing "fun" and "interesting" jobs for the dragon himself.