The main hall of the castle was all but empty when King Roderick LeClair arrived. He was planning a meeting and he wanted to get there early to speak with someone before the others arrived for the real meeting. As he walked into the room he was sure that the other person hadn't showed up, he hated that people believed he could be walked all over. He was the King and he would be treated like one by his subjects; or they would pay for it.
He walked to the throne at the end of the room that sat on a small platform a little above the rest of the floor.The floor was stone, the only part covered in something else was where the throne sat, which was covered by a red rug.
The throne itself was made of solid carved mahogany shinned to perfection every morning by servants, the cushions in the seat were red velvet with gold trim, the throne stood about seven feet tall, and had the family crest carved into the top. The throne had been built by his grandfather who had given it all of his love and care to make it the finest throne for his family to sit upon. He had carved one that was slightly smaller for the wives of the future Kings and they were just as well crafted.
He remebered watching his grandfather create those beautiful pieces, he always believed in knowing a true trade despite being a King. His grandfather hadn't enjoyed the politics of his crown nor had he truly learned the art of being a ruler. Roderick's father had faired about the same as his father before him. He had embraced the politics, the clandestine plotting, and the luxury of his office.
As Roderick took a seat upon his throne he was aware of a figure behind him just out of the dim light of the nearby torches.
"Greetings King Roderick." a deep grumbling voice whispered behind him. "Meeting with your advisors and Sorcerors tonight?"
"Clan Leader Mathius." Roderick said stiffly. "I was expecting you three days ago for this meeting when your people arrived to say you were coming tonight. They say you have an offer for me."
"That's right it. My clan, what remains of it, wish to aid you in your war against the shadow walkers." Mathius said quietly.
"What are you wanting in return for all of this aid you offer us?" Roderick scoffed.
"Only a few minor things that wouldn't trouble you and yours in the slightest I assure you, your majesty." Mathius said clearly trying to curry favor.
"What do you want Mathius?"
"Well since his majesty had asked. My clan would like to take possession of the wolf clans home, that old temple, and I would have a request of the Sorcerors here at the castle."
"What request would that be Mathius?"
Mathius stepped out infront of the king and he could see that the man's face was inhuman like it had been in all their meetings. His face was too wide and his teeth to large to remain within his too small mouth. One of his eyes was a dark brown while the other was black, his skin was white with dark brown hair sprouting from all over, and his body looked deformed. Almost like half of it was larger then the rest. It was a disgusting sight to behold.
Roderick would believe this hideous creature had been born this way if he hadn't seen him when he was normal, he was a handsome man when he wasn't in this form. This visage had been what would happen when he tried to hold up his second form for to long, he would start to revert slowly back to his human form though he would fight it. Which was why he looked the way he did now.
"Your visage disgusts me Mathius." he grumbled averting his eyes from the man.
"It wouldn't have to if you would grant my people what we want and you've already done it so much for so many others of my kind." Mathius said bowing.
