Tweet: “I’m not a wizard.”
Fast forward 30 sessions and there’s a dramatic death scene. The wizard who wasn’t a wizard is lying there, the entire party gathered around, tears in everyone’s eyes. They always know. The dice always know.
Gorgocutie’s Verdict:
This is every D&D campaign ever. The party member who insists they’re “building a support character” or “just a utility caster” — fast forward six months of weekly sessions and they’re reshaping reality with Wish spells and having dramatic deathbed monologues about their magical legacy. The wizard archetype is as old as storytelling itself — from Circe to Merlin to Gandalf — and denying your magical nature is basically a rite of passage. You can run from the weave, but eventually the dice catch up with you.
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