Ever since Snowmageddon started, the roof by my porch has been growing an incredibly long icicle. I grabbed some pictures of it yesterday morning, which was fortuitous: With today’s warmth it lost its grip on the soffit and shattered on the ground below.
The first two pictures should give you an idea of how large it got. I think it was about two stories before it fell. The others I thought were pretty to look at.
The tales say that Olgoodren the Second’s blade, Kristalsheer, was formed from an icy tooth wrenched from the feared driftwurm by the warrior himself.