Introducing Lyam Draken

I have decided to start this blog, so as to share parts of the story of Lyam Draken with other folks, so let's take a random look into what is in store for him in his first adventure....

Lyam left the building thinking how nice it would be to get back to the forests. He quickly returned to the inn, retrieved his gear, and headed off towards the forest. First things first. He would check the deeper woods, and then head into the foothills, in order to see what might be pushing the animals from the forest. After that, who knows, where this might lead him.


Upon entering the forest, the first thing he noticed was how quiet it was. Looking between the trees, he drew an arrow, notched it to his bow string, and cautiously proceeded. “The forest isn’t usually this quiet,” he thought to himself as he ducked under a low branch. Carefully scanning his surroundings, he froze as he saw a young Forest Cat prowling along a branch about ten feet in front of him. Keeping one eye on the young cat, he quickly scanned the area around it for its mother. With scarcely a sound, she suddenly leapt from above and behind him. Knowing he didn’t have time to draw and fire, Lyam spun, striking her in the side with his bow, and diverting her lunge. Upon seeing her on the ground, he knew three things, one she was hungry, two she was protecting her young, and three he had fought her at the farm outside the village. Immediately he knew he would have to kill her, because she couldn’t afford to pass up the meal he resembled.

She seemed to recognize him as well; she laid her ears back and slowly started to circle to his left. Her cub was already moving towards his right, he had always assumed these animals were smart, but Lyam didn’t need to die to prove it.

Calmly he drew his short sword with his right hand, while holding his bow in his left. Suddenly she rushed. Without knowing why, Lyam stepped into her rush, and swung his bow into her mouth forcing her to the side once again. The cub charged in from behind him, and instinctively he swung back-hand striking the cub across its head with the flat of his blade, dazing it. As the cub rolled across the ground, the mother lunged again, this time Lyam leapt up in the air, and landed astride her back. Quickly she rolled over and tried to claw and bite at him, but he managed to grab the back of her neck with his left hand while stabbing her with his right.

As she died, he looked over at the cub wondering what he should do with it. He didn’t like the idea of killing it, yet wasn’t sure if he could tame it.

The cub, by now was shaking its head and slowly backing away from him.

He watched it, and slowly pulled some salted pork from his pouch. Gently he tossed it in front of the cub, causing it to start slightly, and then, smelling the meat it came forward a step to eat it.

Well, Lyam thought, at least the stuff wouldn’t go to waste, as he gently tossed another piece towards the cub. After a bit of playing ‘catch the meat’, the cub got close enough to touch. Very cautiously he stretched out his hand with a piece of meat in it.

Gently, the cub took the piece of meat, and sat down to stare at him as it chewed it.

Now that the cub was somewhat used to him, Lyam picked up his bow and started through the forest once more. He offered the cub some more meat every so often, so it would continue to follow. An hour of travel brought him to a stream where he decided to rest for the night, and to do some fishing

....well there you have it, a small piece of the book.