Varram Khordulfrost

Born in the frost-choked hold of Frosthall, Varram was the disgraced third son of a noble dwarven family, exiled for violating ancient clan taboos—some say by blaspheming Moradin, others by stealing from the clan vaults. He wandered the Spine of the World for years as a mercenary, a drunk, and eventually a cultist.

He joined the Cult of the Dragon initially for coin. But when a ritual went awry and a white dragon broke its bindings, Varram charged it head-on, slaying it with frost-slicked axes and emerging from the ice with the White Mask fused to his brow.

From then on, he was revered as Tiamat’s Chosen of Rage, the very embodiment of the white dragon's raw, instinctual brutality. He took to the mask with animalistic pride, branding its sigil into his skin and demanding that subordinates address him as “the Pale-Eye.”

Varram was the Cult’s field general in the North, where discipline was secondary to results and savagery was the only language spoken by dragons and men alike. His responsibilities included:

• Training the Cult’s berserker forces and white dragon riders
• Securing ancient dragon burial sites to fuel necromantic rituals
• Leading the siege of Skyreach Castle, where he commanded a legion of yeti-bound cultists and undead frost wyrms
• Serving as an enforcer within the Wyrmspeakers themselves, delivering “corrections” to those who faltered

It is said that Varram refused teleportation magic, preferring to march his armies through blizzards, surviving on frost and blood, earning fear through endurance as much as power.

Varram was slain once—at Skyreach Castle—brought down by Malia, the Brass Wyrmspeaker, during the Five Guys' aerial siege. Though he fought on a crumbling ice platform as the castle plummeted from the sky, he was laughing as he fell.

His body was recovered days later by Cult necromancers and reanimated—not as undead, but resurrected, unwillingly dragged back to the mortal coil.

He returned more unhinged than ever. Where once he fought with primal fury, now he fought with contempt for his own life, seeking a death worthy of his devotion. Some whisper he became convinced that dying during Tiamat’s summoning would make him a draconic demigod in her new world.

During the final battle, Varram led the Cult’s vanguard, charging into the heart of the enemy formation with white dragons in tow, frost covering his body like armor. His mask glowed with an unnatural hunger, feeding off his fury and amplifying his resilience beyond mortal limits.

He faced down Malia, the Brass Wyrmspeaker, in a radiant-magic and berserker wrath. Varram resisted stasis spells by sheer force of will. He was, in a flash of creativity by Malia, trapped within an inverted circle of protection that allowed Malia to augment herself with holy magic. The raging barbarian eventually broke free of this circle but was brought down in two swings of Malia's holy avenger.

His body exploded in a pulse of cold and hatred. His mask shattered mid-roar.

Varram is often dismissed by scholars as a brute, but this belies his impact. He was fear incarnate, not just to the Cult’s enemies, but to its own forces—used by Severin to ensure compliance and maintain momentum. His legacy persists in the White Fang Brotherhood, a splinter cult dedicated to spreading Tiamat’s vision through elemental devastation.

Some say the Pale-Eye lives on in the tundra, a revenant powered by rage alone. Others claim he is truly dead—but the snow remembers him.

Varram was not foolish. He was pure. Pure fury, pure instinct, pure purpose. And in a world that hides its hatred beneath flags and sermons, that purity is a kind of power. He was a storm that wore a crown. And he died as he lived—seeking only to break the world before it could break him.