Varrik — Captain of the Ice Patrol
“Hold the seam. Keep the lamps in sight. No one freezes alone on my watch.”
Name: Varrik
Race: Dragonborn (Silver)
Role: : Captain of the Ice Patrol
Appearance: Varrik is broad-shouldered and tall, his silver-white scales dulled by wind-scour to a matte frost. Short swept-back horns and ridged brow plates frame pale, glacial-blue eyes. Vapor ghosts from his nostrils in the cold; rime gathers at the edges of his mail. He wears a fur-collared breastplate over quilted winter blacks and a white-and-ash patrol cloak marked with the lakeshore tower sigil. His primary weapon is a long frost-etched glaive; a heavy crossbow rides a shoulder sling beside a coil of line, signal pennants, and a brass storm whistle.
Backstory
Hatched along a high pass of the Tempest Peaks, Varrik learned weather before letters—how snow speaks through cornices and how a lake’s ice becomes a mirror when it’s about to fail. Years later, a bad thaw took a patrol beneath the ice off Frosthold; Varrik, then a sergeant, brought two survivors out with a rope and a broken glaive. Promoted to captain, he established the Lakeshore Watchtower and standardized the Ice Patrol: kite signals for visibility, whiteout buddy-lines, and mile-post bells on Vedra’s routes. He coordinates with Borik at the Frozen Quay, briefs Thrain on pressure fields, and reroutes caravans when the Rimewake Channel opens its black water. Varrik’s creed is simple: the patrol doesn’t die on his timetable—or anybody else’s.
