Been playing around with an idea lately:
My name is Neville Stevens, and I am a wizard.
There are standards you see, if you want to call yourself a wizard. You have to be able to manipulate the five elemental magics, that’s one. You have to be able to demonstrate mastery of all seven of the mental disciplines, that’s number two. You need to be able to travel to all twenty-six of the neighboring planes in astral form, and all six of the overlapping planes, physically, which makes number three. And last, but by no means least, you absolutely must be able to use your third eye.
The mage who scored me and confirmed my status as a wizard told me afterwards that I had the absolute lowest score a person could possibly get and still make the staff. Making the staff is what it’s called when you join the order, and please, don’t make any jokes about it, I’ve heard them all and, after a few pints, made up a few more.
In the order, they call me the gutter mage. At first they just said it behind m back, but eventually it become something of an open joke, and now I can’t get them to stop calling me it. That’s alright though, being a mage is like being a doctor, once you have the diploma up on your wall, it doesn’t really matter what your actual grades were.
Okay, fine, it matters to all the other doctors, but when someone comes in needing a heart transplant, they don’t ask you how you did on your midterms.
Unfortunately that does mean that I find myself getting hired for jobs that I really nave no business getting involved in.