It’s wyld out there

Shhh… quiet, I’m tryin’ to show off. Pretend you don’t see the dust.
This is a quick scene based off of a few off-hand comments made by the Tabletop Titans during their unveiling of Wyldwood, their new miniatures game. I’m excited to know more about it, and maybe to help!

They gathered around the fire pit. The Three Clan Moot would culminate tonight in the telling. The night was cold, but the rot-tea was hot, and heady. The youngest kept the fire burning bright. They would not get to speak for years yet. Not until after their first hunt, their first blood. The men gathered and began to compare. Giddreck, the blonde one, showed a red, angry lash from ear to chin. Murrod, with the harsh nose, showed an old wound, mostly healed, but from shoulder to wrist. Korrath, sweet-voiced, removed his shirt to show a puckering scar that had taken half his stomach.
This was their way. Only the greatest stories were worthy to be told at a moot such as this; and only the greatest of scars could be proof. Every man had theirs, and every man believed theirs the best.

When Elder Ogmara stood, white hair catching a glint of the firelight bathing the clearing, the others fell silent. He shrugged his robe aside and let his ravaged skin whisper of the legends he had forged. The foes he had tamed clung to him in blood and ink, each mark a tale for a ten-night. But though he bared his chest, he did not call attention with it. Instead, he simply tapped the thing at the end of his leg. His hunt may have cost him his foot, but he had balanced the ledger. A single cloven hoof sat where his foot had once been, tied neatly with vine and supporting the elder’s weight.

“Tonight, we will hear of the gods of the Elk Spawn, the eldest of their kind. The High Spiritseer who speaks to the wood as to a lover. They thought themselves above Bear, above all. And with reason. But tonight, by blood and song, you will know how we came to show them the true masters of the Wyldwood.”

Clubs bashed on rocks as the clans cheered, ringing raucus in the bright lights of their storied triumph.