I can’t help but think of this from the wizard’s point of view as a 4chan green text.

be me, an edgy young wizard. Want to pick a really cool wizard name and come up with “Charles LeSorcier.”

mfw the older wizards all make fun of my name.

get in an argument with a local noble and lose my temper. claim I put a curse on his whole family line that they will each die when they are 30.

remember I haven’t learned how to do it. go home and try to figure out how to cast a blood line curse. it’s too complicated, I can’t figure it out. Can’t ask the other wizards now because they already heard about the curse and they’d just make fun of me more.

make a secret lab in the noble’s basement and spend the next 10 years stuck there trying to figure it out. still fail. time’s up, he turned 30. if the noble doesn’t die they’ll all know I lied. finally give up and just sneak into his house and murder him. make it look like an accident.

mfw the other wizards fall for it. they all think I’m alright now. maybe they will forget about the bloodline thing by the time the noble’s kid is 30.

the bloodline thing is all they want to talk about. 18 years later I have to murder the next one. the other wizards are super hyped I pulled it off, want to be my friend now. none of them know how to cast a bloodline curse either.

mfw I’m stuck for the next few centuries hiding in a noble’s basement and murdering them every couple decades to cover my lie.