The only thing Gragas liked to drink was fighting. The thirst of wine can not soothe him to find the strongest and most bizarre ingredients to brew. Impulsive and unpredictable, this guy likes to beat the barrel as well as beating the other's head. Thanks to the strange wine and temperament of him, drinking together with Gragas is always an adventure.
Gragas has an eternal love for good wine, but his enormous body makes it impossible to attain the ultimate spiritual healing. One night, when it was all the way down to another barrel that was not there, Gragas had an idea, not a bump, when he hit the pub on the head: why he could not bake himself. What can make him really drunk? That's when he swore he had to make up for the fine wine.
Gragas's journey leads him to the Freljord, where he can find the purest polar ice in wilderness deserts. When he is lost in a terrible snowstorm, Gragas finds a huge wind. There he found what he needed: the most perfect piece of tape he had ever seen. This eternal ice not only gives the wine its magical properties, it also has a convenient side effect - it makes the wine mix cool in the right temperature.
Under the influence of this new product, Gragas sought to be civilized, eager to share his fruits. Destiny has arranged that the first crowd that Gragas encounters will be the future defectors of the Freljord. He stumbles upon a negotiation that is entering the dead end of the two clans for an alliance with Ashe. Although Ashe did not object to something to relieve tension, the other warriors fretted with the clash and cursed the drunkard. True to his nature, Gragas responds with a diplomatic kick, beginning a worthy battle into the legendary Freljord.
When those who fell after the fight woke up, Ashe invited everyone to join a fight instead of fighting. When the anger was drowned in the foam, the two tribes nearly declared war on each other and now unite in Gragas' good wine. Although the hatred is gone and Gragas is honored as a hero, he has not yet reached the ultimate dream of floating. So he left again, heading for the tundra, to find the raw materials that made Runeterra the perfect drink.