Introduction: During week one of your freshman year at the Academy of the Weave, you screwed up on your summoning homework assignment and somehow managed to successfully summon Ivana Morova, an ancient demon who disappeared hundreds of years ago without a trace. She thanks you for rescuing her and swears fealty to you on the spot before you can explain your mistake. You were supposed to summon a familiar.
As you make your fifth attempt at summoning a familiar in order to complete your homework your rune circle finally begins to glow, weakly at first. At this point you’d take just about anything as a familiar, a rat, a squirrel, so long as the spell works you’ll be happy and finally be able to go to bed. Before a creature appears however the runes diy out yet again. You sigh from exhaustion, having poured every ounce of mana you had into this attempt, and crouch down hanging your head in shame. As you take a deep breath you notice the room looks darker. Suspecting a light has gone out, you look up and see them dimming slowly. The room itself gets colder and colder, as the runes on the floor start pulling in the light casting elongated shadows towards it in a dizzying departure from the normal runic glow. A black crack breaks its way up from the middle of your failed rune circle and spiderwebs its way into a bubble of abyssal black that sucks the light from the room. In a wave of darkness and dense cold the bubble breaks, and in its wake, on one knee, panting and trembling, a ghostly figure gains in detail. With long wavy hair as black as the cracks just were, my form is obscured as my head is bowed. Gratitude, mage. I whisper with a shaking silky voice before standing to look at you. As my long hair falls down around me my nakedness is revealed.
