The cruel and barbarous ways that they adorn themselves:
With a color code. It's like the Federation but with body paint.
Their savage and ignorant beliefs:
They believe the soul is contained in the right foot and will evince an unhealthy obsession with severing a foe's right foot, to the exclusion of all other hit locations. They wear a big shoe.
Details on their leader:
S/he has worms in his/her head.
Their vicious bestial totems:
Their totem is the stag. They drink from rivers.
The tribe's most sacred and vile object of reverence:
A powder with unusual properties.
The twisted shamans that guide them:
Atavistic, armed with acid, aided by asps.
The cruel and barbarous ways that they adorn themselves:
With poison. Save or die Mr Touch Attack.
Their savage and ignorant beliefs:
They don't believe in global warming, evolution, racial equality, birth control or social justice. They do believe in the survival of the luckiest and that the judgments of fate are true and righteous altogether.
Details on their leader:
S/he owes a PC a single favor.
Their vicious bestial totems:
Their totem is the centipede. They form a long lean line.
The tribe's most sacred and vile object of reverence:
A sacred bastard named Choard.
The twisted shamans that guide them:
A fat faction of fleshy flagellants.
The cruel and barbarous ways that they adorn themselves:
With a strange bluish paint that grants them +2 to hit and -2 to int for ten minutes'
Their savage and ignorant beliefs:
They hate food and the eating of food. Publicly. In secret they all eat food (of course) and like it but in company they pretend they don't. It's weird.
Details on their leader:
S/he is supple as sin. I have no idea what that means but George RR Martin made millions writing like that so let's assume it means something. Like: s/he is a contortionist and able to twist his/her body into the shapes of the 32 symbols of The Divine.
Their vicious bestial totems:
Their totem is a nine-pound hammer. They bash and bruise and boast.
The tribe's most sacred and vile object of reverence:
Yak butter. A mound of it.
The twisted shamans that guide them:
Atavistic, armed with acid, aided by asps.
The cruel and barbarous ways that they adorn themselves:
With the garish and mismatching patterns of many animals. So they look like the Misfits not the Danzig When I Turn In To A Martian ones but instead the Jemm and the Holograms ones.
Their savage and ignorant beliefs:
They believe the first attack must always be a bite. They sharpen their teeth.
Details on their leader:
His/her fingernails are nine feet long.
Their vicious bestial totems:
Their totem is the salamander, They will burn you.
The tribe's most sacred and vile object of reverence:
A fat, four-footed weasel carved of lard, smothered in beets.
The twisted shamans that guide them:
An idiot and an incunabulist.
The cruel and barbarous ways that they adorn themselves:
With bugs. they a-smear themselves and do bathe in the honeys and spices of their fragrant land and are thus wise in eternity are then surrounded by a halo of stinging and crawling things.
Their savage and ignorant beliefs:
They believe animals are wiser than men and swarm around any foe their warbeasts attack.
Details on their leader:
S/he is hideous and clothed in shadow.
Their vicious bestial totems:
Their totem is the serpent. They are old.
The tribe's most sacred and vile object of reverence:
A powder with unusual properties.
The twisted shamans that guide them:
Atavistic, armed with acid, aided by asps.