To cover up even more,go to the near tavern and beg for alcochol
[5] You decide to go balls deep into your cover role, awkwardly begging for alcohol. Inside the tavern, you see a fellow mage get in an altercation with the bartender, with other patrons trying to deescalate.
Some sap takes pity on you and gives you a mug of ale.
Mug of ale gained.
...*sigh*.
Go home to Greenland.
[4] With a fucking pitchfork stuck in your chest, you teleport outta there. You are now in Greenland. Specifically, a Norse settlement. It's a different village, with different people, but that's about it.
You're still gonna die the next time you roll a [1]
Enter the coffeeshop. Conjure up a magical coffee machine!
[2] You are about to conjure up a coffee machine when you see, you already have one! Must've come with the furniture.
...Huh, doesn't look like there's any coffee beans in the building. Darn.
Eat someone. Whole. In one bite. Become massive ant queen, and start building my hive below this town.
[4] You manage to eat a person off the street, without anybody noticing. It's more like two bites, a bit of it kinda split apart when you unhinged your magical jaws and took a chomp.
[1] Attempting to convert the biomass into a new physical transformation, your stomach grumbling distracts you. Instead of becoming a massive ant queen, you instead
turn into a helpless ant larva. At least you're still sentient, and capable of using magic.
Turn nearby citizens into loyal mutant servants.
[3] From atop Jormungandr, you weave a spell to transform and ensnare the surviving populace. It kinda fizzles out, partly due to the fact that you're being peppered with arrows.
[6] The local militia has struck, and one of their archers from the tops of their tallest buildings manages to put an arrow through your throat.
You die if you roll a [1] next turn. More of the bastards are forming up and are trying to figure out how to scale the World Serpent.
My ideal form is a horse sized dragon with the tail being replaced with a scorpion one and tentacles that can be used as arms.
Go in a search for a bag of the greatest coffee grains in the universe. I have to pay back to FallacyofUrist somehow.
You are now a small dragon, with a scorpionid stinger and in place of frontal arms, tentacles.[4] Focusing your detecting magic, you scan existence for the greatest coffee beans in the universe. There! They're in the Jungle dimension, on a specific tree. It'd be trivial to get there now that you've focused on the Plane in question, although
exactly where you'll end up is always a bit tricky.