Along the raging snowstorms of the Glacial Temple of the Overseer of Everlasting Frost himself, Velarion, stood amongst the highest peak of his temple as he viewed the reoccurring avalanches and hail storms on the Marsh Plains given to him by the Almighty Goddess, Dajana herself.

His cold icy blue stare and long, white, braided hair fluttering in the wind makes a striking appearance. He stood to watch in solitude, his white ravens are his only company.