- A form? How 'bout the form of a woman? After all, how better than to trick this foolish mortal? Let him think he failed to summon a demon, and instead rescued a lost soul?
- Name: Let's go with Ourista, but we'll call ourselves Clarissa or something when the mortal acts.
Deciding, you step forward. Idiots are rare, but they do exist, you guess, and so you take the form of what you'd think to be an average looking woman. Brown, shoulder long hair, browned by the sun, aged by field work, with a hunted look on her face. You materialize inside the black smoke, coughing, and falling to your knees. You sense the summoner wince, and take a small step forward before coming to his senses, and exactly not cross the pentagram's boundaries. Well, that would have been too easy. Instead, he straightens himself to a height of nearly five feet, and tries to summon his voice an octave deeper. Contrary to your summoning he fails at that, however.
"I, ahem, the mighty Enca Hane, have summoned you to do my bidding, you foul creature. I call thee by your name, and you will do my bidding. Ourista, will you do my bidding?"
Always so repetitive, these mortal summons, you think to yourself. You check, in an almost instinctive way, the pentagram's edges and making. It is better than you'd have expected from such a young - young? Yes, you now know he's young - mortal.
You can't even attempt to answer before he continues to blabber, this time not following the ancient chants, or at least those found in books.
You need to destroy my master. He can't keep me back any more. I am more than ready to... And so on, and so on.
Keeping the form for now, you now need to decide your next course of action.
Possible actions already suggested: Making a contract, keeping the innocent woman facade, doing his bidding...
Ourista
Form: A middle-aged woman. Hunted look.
Location: Your summoning room. Probably in a tower, by the look of it. Probably near the see, by the smell of it. Would need a cleaning, or alternatively a fire.