The cruel and barbarous ways that they adorn themselves:
With the bones and teeth of their fallen (human) foes which I know sounds like who cares but they HAVE to. So: new and untested tribesmen and tribesgirls have like no clothes upon them because they never killed anyone and the old warmaster crusties have like bonetooth armor so many Harkonnen layers thick they can barely move. Sometimes veterans will not kill you because adding your bones and teeth and the boiling and the drilling and the sewing isn't worth it like cops not shooting you on account of paperwork.
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 drunk and silly but has a voice like an avalanche.
Their vicious bestial totems:
Their totem is the scorpion. They live in solitude.
The tribe's most sacred and vile object of reverence:
A pitchfork.
The twisted shamans that guide them:
A jovial juvenile in a jewelled jerkin.
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 that heaven is contained inside an anonymous rock hidden somewhere on the planet.
Details on their leader:
S/he is hideous and clothed in shadow.
Their vicious bestial totems:
Their totem is the stag. They drink from rivers.
The tribe's most sacred and vile object of reverence:
A sacred bastard named Choard.
The twisted shamans that guide them:
A hebephrenic harlot. Housed in a hexagon.
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 that emissaries of alien gods are an abomination and will concentrate all their energy on destroying your party cleric.
Details on their leader:
S/he is a a ogre or hag.
Their vicious bestial totems:
Their totem is the toad. Their lives are moist and dull.
The tribe's most sacred and vile object of reverence:
Yak butter. A mound of it.
The twisted shamans that guide them:
A hebephrenic harlot. Housed in a hexagon.
The cruel and barbarous ways that they adorn themselves:
With the bones and teeth of their fallen (human) foes which I know sounds like who cares but they HAVE to. So: new and untested tribesmen and tribesgirls have like no clothes upon them because they never killed anyone and the old warmaster crusties have like bonetooth armor so many Harkonnen layers thick they can barely move. Sometimes veterans will not kill you because adding your bones and teeth and the boiling and the drilling and the sewing isn't worth it like cops not shooting you on account of paperwork.
Their savage and ignorant beliefs:
They believe the first attack must always be a bite. They sharpen their teeth.
Details on their leader:
S/he has worms in his/her head.
Their vicious bestial totems:
Their totem is the jackal. They belong to treachery.
The tribe's most sacred and vile object of reverence:
Severed fingers, kept in cloths.
The twisted shamans that guide them:
A fat faction of fleshy flagellants.
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 that if they are seen by anyone older than them they'll be owned by them in the afterlife.
Details on their leader:
S/he is a a ogre or hag.
Their vicious bestial totems:
Their totem is a broken shackle. They were once a lower caste.
The tribe's most sacred and vile object of reverence:
A sacred bastard named Choard.
The twisted shamans that guide them:
A jovial juvenile in a jewelled jerkin.