Remember, there’s no problem so big that it can’t be solved by 3d6+Int.

And so the roleplaying train keeps rolling. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never known any wizards that I could describe as “stable individuals.” Think about it. These fuckers parade around the killings fields of the lower hells in their bathrobes. Me? I wouldn’t mind a piece of metal or two between my fleshy visage and the freakish denizens of the hoary underworld that wish me harm. But them? They’re perfectly fine with the softer side of Sears being their first and only line of defense when the orcs come a’callin’.

Then again, I suppose being able to set things on fire with your smartness brings with it a degree of well-earned cockiness.