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“Good, honest, honed steel may not carry the day. The other combatants are using enchanted blades and I find myself at a disadvantage, but all is not lost.
There’s an old legend from Grizzly Hills about a maiden cursed with a frog’s form to protect the blade she has long guarded. She lives among the lake frogs on the shore of Ashwood Lake, just east of Ashwood Post. The only thing said to break the curse is a kiss, freely given.
Apply this balm before kissing anything, Vikstone. Otherwise, you’ll catch warts.”
-Jaelyne Evensong
Retrieve the Ashwood Brand and bring it to Jaelyne Evensong at the Argent Tournament Grounds.
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You will be able to choose one of these rewards:
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Upon completion of this quest you will gain:
Quest Giver: Varies by faction and rank. Aspirant versions are given by your faction tent NPC. Valiant versions are given by your city’s grand champion delegate.
Objective: Retrieve the Ashwood Brand from the Maiden of Ashwood Lake in Grizzly Hills and bring it to your quest giver at the Argent Tournament Grounds.
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/use Warts-B-Gone Lip Balm and /kiss
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Arthurian Legend Reference
This quest is a layered fairy tale mashup. The core mechanics combine two classic stories:
The sword itself, the Ashwood Brand, fills the Excalibur role. The entire Argent Tournament is built on medieval jousting tradition, and these weapon dailies extend the Arthurian framework by requiring aspiring champions to prove their worthiness through quests for legendary blades, just as knights of the Round Table sought holy relics.
The quest giver’s turn-in text plays along: “So there is some truth to those old tales?”
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Vikstone's War JournalAshwood Lake, in Grizzly Hills, east of Ashwood Post. I came through that country with an axe and the pines have not changed and the war is still all to the north of it.
“Good, honest, honed steel may not carry the day. The other combatants are using enchanted blades and I find myself at a disadvantage, but all is not lost.” Then the part that mattered. “The only thing said to break the curse is a kiss, freely given. Apply this balm before kissing anything, Vikstone. Otherwise, you’ll catch warts.”

Veteran of Outland. Survivor of the Wrathgate. Crouched on a frozen shore blowing kisses at frogs and reapplying the Warts-B-Gone between attempts, because the label on that jar is not decorative.
The first several ignored me. One hopped off mid-approach. By the ninth I had stopped making eye contact.
Then the water moved and the Maiden of Ashwood Lake came up out of it.
“Can it really be? Free after all these years?” She found her feet. “I thought I’d never be free from that terrible curse. You have my gratitude, stranger.”
I asked her about the sword.
“Take it with my gratitude, warrior.” Ancient steel, older than the Scourge, handed over by a woman who had been an amphibian four breaths earlier.
Then she said, “And now, I must return to the waters of the lake.”
And she went back in.
“So the tales were true?” the man who wanted it said. “This is a fine blade and I have no doubt that it will serve me well in the tournament.”
I did not mention how many frogs it took.
The lake had given up its blade after twelve refusals, but another maiden is frozen into a lake three zones north with a sword of her own, and thawing her out is all of The Edge Of Winter.