"It was a few years ago, back in White Wolf Hold. A high dragon had settled in the area for a time, though she left before my thane could gather other holds for a hunting party. You'd think that would be the end of it, but not long after during a time when most of our warriors were off at a competition with a neighboring hold, we had some 'guests'. As in, the high dragon's bratty half-grown dragonling children. There was a sizeable swarm headed our way, enough to overwhelm the hold if swift action wasn't taken.

I had just returned from my spirit warrior training, so I had arrived not long after the competing warriors had left. Thank the Lady for that bit of timing, since this was a greater challenge than any cliff or greased-up warrior. As you might've guessed, I'm neither quiet nor stealthy, so I decided to use that to my advantage. When I got their attention, I lead them to a pass and smashed my blade into an ice-bridge, bringing it down upon the swarm. What remained after that was easy pickings for the rest. My own blade was beyond saving, but I gained a new one and the legend-mark Iceblade."