"What is this burning feeling consuming my heart ?! Ah ! Destiny, why must you be so cruel !" laments the broken-hearted magician.
Despite the angry mob, he keeps monologuing.
"No. There is no Fate. Only the will of Magic. If Magic is stopping me from fulfilling my love with her, then it can only means..."
"I see... Of course ! I have no need for the love of a mere woman, when I have the love of Magic ! My eyes are opened, I shall never stray from the right path again dear Magic."
Ask magic to incarnate next to me the perfect wife for me, who is infinitely more beautiful than her mortal template physically and personality-wise and who will undoubtedly accept my marriage proposal. Plus, she is an awesome cook and brew great tea.
Get back into the house with her and make my house elevates in the sky with magic to get away from those troublemakers. Then properly ask her to marry me.
Magical mail order wife? Is that's where we are going now? Playing god and creating new sapient life from nothing shouldn't really be one roll miracle. It's gonna take at least two rolls. One for materializing body and giving it life, another for creating experienced soul old enough to match the body. You have plenty of 5's there lined up so it's not a problem. But the lynch mob is not going to wait for you to finish your monologue.
[4] You retreat into your house and bar the door all while talking to yourself about your self-discovery. They follow and try for force the door open. Ungrateful peons, not showing any respect... Time to make your wife.
5. Magic starts sucking air from the room and when that's not enough, air from outside. It condenses into human shape and materializes creating a human body laying on the ground. An unearthily beautiful woman, perfectly symmetric, slightly shorter than you, long flowing golden hair surrounding her head like a sun. You suspect those hairs might actually be glowing. Her body is covered by royal purple and green multi-layered silk dress so you can't tell how perfect she's under that. Her chest moves as she begins breathing, but she doesn't open her eyes.
5. Magic is not done yet. It does something you can't see, pulling something into her head, building something, putting pieces together, constructing something exceedingly complex and in some way connected to you.
5. Peasants beating your door and windows with their steel fists is getting on your nerves too much. This is an important moment, and you don't want to be interrupted when the even more important moment comes. Single levitation spell, including a gentle push to get peons out of your yard, and your house and whole plot of land gently floats up to the dark sky. You hear distant shouts declaring you a "cheater!", wishing you fine travels in form of "good riddance!" and "don't come back!". All earthly troubles are left behind and you can finally enjoy some quality silence.
Your newborn, fully adult, soon-to-be wife opens her eyes. Different from the original model, her eyes are beautiful azure with hint of amber, though that shade is hidden when her iris opens wide as she focuses on you. Smile reaches her eyes and she greets you. You help her up, get on your knees, and offer request her hand for marriage. Naturally she agrees. After all, she's made for you. Literally.
Now all you need is to find a priest who's willing to wed dangerously unpredictable mage and magical construct he made for himself.
Or maybe you should hang with your beset friend crazyabe. You have negleted him lately.
I cast "Charm People" with a 30 mile radius.
5. Invisible magical tendrils burst out from you hands and spread in every direction, seeking people and drasticly altering their opinion about you. Siege on your house ends and someone knocks you door politely. You carefully open the door and find the blacksmith (who seems to have a steel skin). He's akwardly hiding his hammer behind his back, and tells that he and the others are very sorry about this outbreak. It was just a big misunderstanding, clearly you aren't cause of all the magical problems in the town. He will personally rally the people and repair your house back in full condition tomorrow, if that's fine by you. They are a bit busy now hunting the other mages, so if you could wait for tomorrow everything will be fine again.
Teleport out of town.
4. Space wraps around your body into a bubble turning everything black and then unravels you into another place. Moon is decently bright to you see that you are in front of ruined tower. Ancient and partially overgrown, but quiet.
[5] You identify this as a place you found some time ago. It was in suprisingly good condition considering its age, indoors preserved by magic. Back then you seriously considered moving in because here wasn't any angry golems or monsters around, but ultimately decided against it for some reason. Now that your house is probably burning, it might be time to move here. It's a shame you can't show this place to your very good buddy crazyabe.
Future Wild Magic: 2 5 4 5 2 4 2 2 2 6
Blue hair
Charming man: The best man in the town
Future Wild Magic: 1 2 2 6 3 2 1 2 2 2
Clean rags
Charmed by crazyabe
Future Wild Magic: 5 5 1 5 4 4 1 5 4 4
Aspiring educator
Too sexy illusions: Angry maid
Golden rings and Failed proposal
Magical mail order wife: Damn perfect.
Flying house: Free of distractions
Charmed by crazyabe
Future Wild Magic: 2 1 5 3 4 4 4 2 6 5
Rather nice view from rooftop
Breached house
Charmed by crazyabe
New house: Ancient tower
Future Wild Magic: 2 3 3 5 5 4 4 2 4 4
Daring escape through window
In the wilds: Well prepared, but no goal
Charmed by crazyabe
Magic effect: Steel skin
Opinion about mages: BURN THEM ON STAKE!
Charmed by crazyabe