Морвус

The royal musketeers are the most elite and frightening fighters of gnome lands.Only the gnome king, Asgan, is their commander.No one of the people of the gnomes has such a privilege.It is extremely difficult to join the ranks of musketeers, each candidate is a harsh test.Often such tests end in the death of a candidate, but they knew what they were going.The main difficulty is hunting alone in the endless ice expanses of the wasteland.The young gnome is sent only with a dagger and musketon.A handful of cartridges is given in appendage.The condition for this test was the head of a rather ferocious and large beast.If the candidate returned empty or with the head of the hare, then he was expelled with shame.Often young dwarves did not return. Morvus distinguished himself in this matter.Many royal musketeers remember this story.Before the test, he prepared hard, eating well and without spending energy for several days.At the start, he carefully chose the best cartridges and musketon.He relyed somewhat and lubricated the weapon so that he would not jam at the most crucial moment.When he was ready, he went on a trip, hoping for a quick return.Morvus knew that the main danger in these ice expanses was not frost, which could deprive him of his fingers, but predatory animals.They were almost always hungry and did not miss the opportunity to enjoy uninvited guests. The first whom the young dwarf met a huge ice bear.He heard about them only from stories by guarding the dwarf people.He did not know if he was lucky or vice versa.The first thing Morvus drew attention to was the size of the bear.Even among this species (usually they are just big animals), it was giant.According to the gnome, the bear weighed at least 2 tons.The bear noticed the gnome. Morvos was not from ordinary gnomes that would be frozen in fear and frenzy.He was preparing for this main exam in his life for a long time.The dwarf quickly and decisively took the combat rack.The bear published a loud roar that squeezed the chest of Morvus and knocked his heart from the rhythm.By quick jerks, the beast rushed towards the booty.He did not notice how blood was already flowing through his limbs.With calm and confident accuracy, Morvus retreated back as fast as his short legs allowed him, while rechargeing the musket and the bear steam.Finally, the bear already wounded bear approached him at the distance of the blow.He waved his huge paw, who could easily kill the knight along with the horse on which he was sitting, but our hero bent down and rolled, while charging his gun. The bear was ready to make the last decisive attack with his giant jaws.But at that moment a loud shot sounded and hot blood sprinkled in different directions.Toli luck, only accuracy, but the bullet hit the beast right into the eye and he collapsed from all his height behind the frozen ground.The earth shuddered and rumbled around the district with thunder. According to the requirements of the test, Morvus was supposed to bring the head of the murdered beast.But the bear’s head was so huge that it would take several people to transfer it to the fortress.Therefore, he acted wiser, tearing out a giant fang of a bear.And with this trophy he rushed back.Judging by the size of the fang, this bear was probably the largest of all those ever caught on a shooting hunt.Naturally, the entry into the regiment was guaranteed to him.Most of his life he will serve directly to the king until the years take his own and he will resign. "The best in the world is black ale and black gunpowder."