Braum
In the frozen lands of the Freljord, tales echo from every mead hall of a man with arms like tree trunks and a heart even greater, Braum, the beloved Iceborn hero. From Frostheld and beyond, voices rise in toasts to his strength, recalling the night he toppled a forest of oaks and the day he shattered a mountain with a single punch. His shield, a mighty vault door from an age long gone, swings beside him as he wanders the icy wilds. Always smiling, always kind, Braum stands as a steadfast guardian of the weak, ever driven by a dream of peace for his homeland.
Opening
Welcome, lore-lovers, to another tale from the frostbitten corners of Runeterra. Today, on Liandrug, we follow the footsteps of a man whose strength is matched only by his kindness, a hero carved from ice and legend. So grab your warmest cloak, because this is the story of Braum, the Heart of the Freljord.
The Chronicle
From the earliest days of his youth, Braum stood head and shoulders above the other children of the Freljord. Yet it was not his size that defined him, but the teachings of his mother. A proud herder from a long and humble line, she instilled in him a simple truth: strength was not meant to threaten, it was meant to shield.
One harsh winter, when Braum was still a boy, ice giants laid waste to a neighboring tribe. Though that tribe had often stolen from their herds, Braum's mother did not hesitate. Wrapping up supplies and furs, she braved the frozen wastes to aid them. Braum couldn't understand her kindness toward those who had wronged them, until he saw the lives her generosity had saved. What had once been rivals became allies. In that moment, he grasped her words: the Freljord's people were all kin. From then on, he vowed to be the force that would bind that scattered family together.
As years passed, Braum's Iceborn nature revealed itself. His strength was unmatched, his stamina beyond belief, even among those born of the cold. Tales spread of how he rescued lost children from icy crevasses, carried stranded travelers to safety through furious blizzards, and stood between wildclaws and helpless villagers. Wherever Braum went, hope followed. With a laugh that warmed the coldest night and a spirit that welcomed all, he became more than a protector, he became a friend to the whole Freljord.
In time, Braum came to understand that his calling reached far beyond the snowy valleys of his youth. With a final embrace and tears shared between mother and son, he left his home behind, setting off to walk the length and breadth of the Freljord.
As the seasons turned, stories followed in his wake, tales whispered around hearths and shouted over mead in frostbitten halls. Some held threads of truth, others grew wild with retelling. One spoke of a single night when he brought down an entire forest with his bare fists. Another claimed he saved a farmstead from a volcanic eruption by lifting the whole structure and carrying it to safety.
Among the more enduring tales was the one about his colossal, ram-headed shield. It was said to be a vault door from a forgotten age, sealed into the heart of a mountain. Hearing cries from within, Braum tried to break it open, but the ancient metal held fast. Refusing to give up, he punched through the mountain itself, carving a path through stone to rescue a young troll trapped inside. He tore the vault door from its hinges and has carried it ever since, a relic of strength and resolve.
When such tales reached his ears, Braum would bellow with laughter. But rather than deny them, he welcomed the legends. If they brought warmth to hearts and inspired kindness, what need was there to correct them?
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Not long after the tales of his shield began to spread, Braum made his way to Rakelstake, a sacred gathering place where many tribes had assembled to hear the voice of Ashe, the Avarosan warmother believed by some to be the reborn spirit of Avarosa. Among the throng was a fearsome warrior named Tryndamere, who sought to prove himself through brute strength, cutting down challenger after challenger in relentless duels.
Braum watched closely as the barbarian's fury deepened with each fight. During one match, Tryndamere became so consumed by rage that he continued his assault long after victory was assured. Before the fatal blow could fall, Braum stepped between them, raising his great shield. Tryndamere struck again and again, his fury crashing against the unmoving wall. Only when his rage ebbed did he finally see the man behind the shield--cheerful, smiling Braum, who quickly turned tension into laughter. Not long after, the two were sharing drinks as friends. Some claim it was Braum who first brought Tryndamere and Ashe together--a bond that would later become marriage and bloodsworn loyalty.
Braum holds no allegiance to a single tribe, seeing all the people of the Freljord as kin. Yet in Ashe, he glimpsed a vision of peace powerful enough to end the long-standing feuds. Though no formal ties bind him, the Avarosans have come to consider him one of their own. When speaking to wide-eyed children, he often shares his hope: that the Freljord might one day live as one great family--after which he dreams of retiring to a quiet life, raising poros among the snows.
Still, not all greet him with warmth. The Frostguard, secretive and watchful, have crossed paths with him more than once since he took up his massive shield. Their motives remain unclear to Braum, but he senses their interest in the relic he carries runs far deeper than mere curiosity.
Relations
Lore-lovers, let us step away from the snow-laden trails and fireside tales for a moment, and look closer at the threads of connection that weave through Braum's journey.
Ornn
In the distant past, Braum's original tribe was deeply tied to Ornn, the ancient demigod of the forge. That bond endures in the form his magic takes--the mighty ram, Ornn's sacred symbol. Unknown to Braum, the vault door he now carries as a shield was once forged by Ornn himself. Though their paths have not crossed directly, the fire of the forge and the spirit of protection link them still.
Frostguard
Where warmth is met with cold suspicion, the Frostguard stand. Ever watchful and secretive, they view Braum with hostility. Their interest in his shield is more than it appears, though their true motives remain hidden beneath layers of frost and silence.
Ashe
Though Braum claims no allegiance to any one tribe, he shares a special kinship with Ashe and her Avarosan followers. He sees in her a leader who might heal the ancient divisions of the Freljord. His belief in unity mirrors hers, and the Avarosans, in turn, have embraced him as one of their own.
Tryndamere
At Rakelstake, Braum intervened in Tryndamere's blood-soaked duels, placing himself between the frenzied warrior and his helpless opponent. Through laughter and shared drink, a bond was formed. Some say it was Braum who first guided Tryndamere toward Ashe, setting in motion a union that would echo through the fate of the north.
Yuumi
In his wandering, Braum once played host to Yuumi, the magical cat, and her ever-curious Book of Thresholds. As snow-spirits raged through a biting hailstorm, Yuumi perched on his broad shoulders, shielding him with her magic while he fished for her supper. Their time together was brief but marked by warmth and whimsy.
Crew of the Charming Lady
When darkness spread from the Shadow Isles, Braum stood beside unlikely allies aboard the Charming Lady. With Ahri, Yasuo, Miss Fortune, Illaoi, and Pyke, he faced the threat of Viego to defend Bilgewater from ruin. Though far from the snows of home, Braum's shield found its place among them.
Illaoi
With Illaoi, the Truth Bearer of Nagakabouros, Braum shared more than battle. Her fiery spirit clashed and danced with his steady strength. She admired his form and offered closeness, but Braum, ever mindful of the road ahead, gently declined. Duty called louder than desire, yet friendship bloomed between them--strong and steadfast as stone.
Closing Words
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