Hail the New Bren'in!
As the sun began to set off in the distance, the festivities slowly began to end. The generators were turned off and torches were lit from every corner of the compound. The encampment soon became like a wave as everyone fell into line marching their way to the center pavilion. The building itself looked like a massive, three-story barn that had been cut down the middle and separated by a 5' wide plank walkway. There were no actual doors, only openings where they may have existed at one time, and the upper levels were encircled with windows of all shapes, sizes and styles. The far back wall had bars built into the wall on either side and in the middle of the room hung a massive, animal-horn chandelier set in line with the main fire pit.
As the room filled to capacity, a hush fell upon the gathered crowd just as the elders entered and took their respective seats behind the throne. Silea, the head elder, stepped forward and began to recite the bren'in line, the clan history, and other such speeches that the orators cite. Ciniod was then brought forth and made to recite the various pledges a bren'in must take; to the mountain, the gods, and the clan. When the ceremony was completely, Ciniod was presented to the gathered clans as the bren'in. A chorus of "Gid Gid Ya" echoed throughout the building and surrounding hills. As the mood of the crowd turns once more to merriment, the distant hum of the generators returns as the band once more kicks into another jam.
Ruairidh makes his way through the crowd and, slowly but surely, manages to hunt each of you down in the drunken mob.
"Before any of us are too drunk to know what we're doing, what say we make our way over to Ciniod? I figure it can't hurt to deliver a personal blessing on him...and it'll give us a chance to see what he's like."