Alurian, was an elven wizard, one of the most powerful of his kind, had finally completed his circle of summoning.  It was deep in the forest, reality was blurred a bit here, between the faywild realm and the mortal realm, were each began to blend just a bit.  The circle he had drawn with willow, hazel and oak, marked with his own blood, would summon one of the high fae, a powerful princess with magic at her fingertips, who would do his bidding.  If she agreed to his binding, of course, but she would arrive naked, helpless, and her magic bound, unable to escape the circle until she accepted the contract.  Of course, being a fey, that might not be as big of a handicap as it could be for some, and it would certainly allow him a good look at his servant/slave.  She would also be unable use her powers, or do any harm to him or others, or even wear clothing without his specific permission, was a significant plus in his book.<br/><br/>The fact that this particular act was rather dark meant nothing to him, to make a sentient being in essence bound to him like a familiar.  To take a creature of power, and make her little more then a slave, by a dark and ancient ritual, was actually at this point, to him, the logical next step of power.  Also, that she would be beautiful woman, if a bit confused, and his, was going to a nice bonus, he was going to take her, that was a given at this point.  He began to intone dark words of magic and power, completely unaware, that while the ritual would give him what he desired, it was not going to work the way he thought, as it was reaching to a different world then the one he thought he was, due to the small part he didn’t have, regarding the times and placement of the stars during the ritual.