Braggoth Vardruk is a Frostlord in the oldest style: a warlord who rules from the back of a bull stonehorn and measures all things by whether they can survive being charged. His alfrostun moves fast even by Beastclaw standards, forever a stride ahead of the everwinter, and Braggoth has hammered that perpetual momentum into doctrine — stop for nothing, swerve for nothing, and let the enemy do the difficult work of standing still.
His fame rests on an act few thought possible: a working pact with the Ironjawz. Ogors and orruks share a Grand Alliance and precious little patience, but Braggoth forged a compact with the orruk warclans that fused Beastclaw cavalry and Ironjawz brawls into a single earth-shaking charge — the Beast Hammer. Fortresses that had weathered orruk fury alone, or ogor hunger alone, came apart like stale bread when both arrived in the same heartbeat.
Braggoth himself claims no genius for it. Orruks want a good scrap and ogors want a good meal, he reasons, and every wall in the realms is simply standing between Destruction and its dinner. The free peoples have learned the omens of his coming by heart: first the ground trembling, then the birds going silent, then the cold.