One addition per post.Outrageously sillier posts should be ignored.There are giant, schoolbus-sized Asian Giant Hornets throughout the world, which hate life and attack in swarms of 30-70.
>>33893248In every town and city there is a force of wasp hunting knights to defend it
>>33893248It is rumored that bathing in the Ichor of the bus wasp allows one to ride them.No one has been crazy enough to test this theory.
>>33893248The world is made out of 8 basic elements.
>>33893301as the wasp numbers increase the knights consider bathing in the ichor to fight fire with fire
>>33893248>>33893283Every town rides on the back of a giant scarab, and every city rides on the back of a gargantuan cockroach.
There are several mercenary bands which breed, tame, ride, and bond with minivan sized Tarantula Hawks. They contract out to nations to fight the dreaded Hornets.
>>33893307Wasp Ichor is the 8th
>>33893248There are small, fairy-like moth people that have allied with humans against the hornet menace.
>>33893319The few knights that weren't devoured became known as highly brave, extremely psychotic, and one of the hive. >>33893361>>33893354>>33893347>>33893377HOLY SHEET WE INSECT WORLD NOW
>>33893248Man-sized vinegaroons live in the southlands. They are renowned for their abstract artworks and philosophical texts.
>>33893347fleas the size of dogs are used as messengers and couriers between the bug citiesevery 50 years all the cities in an area meet up for a festival
Some cults secretly (or not so secretly) worship the Hornets as Gods of the world, and believe the world is The One Hive and all other species have encroached upon the Hornets.Some rumors say that they're right.
>>33893377Humans are the only non-insectile race.
>>33893411The insects buzz that the humans grew out of some ooze and most view them as nothing but pests to be squashed.
>>33893411Humans came to this planet from somewhere else, but it is lost to time>>33893408
>>33893248Strange, colorful Mantids hail from the same lands as the Giant Hornets, that speak seemingly all known language and have limited control over the Hornet swarms.
Gnomes invented the curved tower shield to protect from descending wasps.This invention was quickly adopted by dwarves who only now dares to leave the safety of their underground homes.
>>33893411Instead of wood elves, we have jumping spiders. Instead of dwarves, trapdoor spiders that build huge subterranean cities and are renowned for their hairiness and grumpy demeanour
>>33893447"Gnomes" are actually giant ants.
>>33893449Instead of orcs, there are the all-devouring Locusts.
>>33893447>>33893449*Tarantula-folk* invented the curved tower shield to protect from descending wasps.This invention was quickly adopted by *trappies* who only now dares to leave the safety of their underground homes.
>>33893440These Mantids are not allied with the Hornets, as far as most people know, and instead travel the world as merchants and negotiators.
Ants and Humans share a bitter rivalry over who is the most civilized and united race, however both are deeply corrupted on the inside.
God, I hate wasps and hornets. Seriously, this thread is giving me the heebie jeebies. On another note, Gnomes are exactly Gnomes, but with compound eyes and an extra set of arms. They are some kind of human/dwarf/elf hybrid monstrosities.
These Scarab Cities have got a low-steampunk level of technology, but not Victorian social hierarchies.
>>33893489Mantids use the hornets to perpetuate a state of war from which they profit. No one knows
So, waitHumans = HumansDwarves = Trapdoor SpidersWood Elves = Jumping SpiderGnomes = Insecty gnomes/ant peopleI say we make halflings mites.
The Bees used to be th emost plentiful and advanced race on the planet, covering most of the great "deserts," until they were eradicated by the Hornets. Their scattered exoskeletons scatter the "Deserts," acting as sand made of bits and pieces of their chitin, acting as the 5th Basic Element.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZ1eAM8CChc
>>33893519The bugs the cities ride on are sentient, and each is very wise and old.
>>33893307[Water, Fire, Earth, Air?], Chitin, [Wood?, Metal?], Ichor
>>33893569There are small "fireflies" that live within the exoskeletons that are rumored to be descendents of the ancient bees.
>>33893569There are a tribe of Centipede necromancers who live in the desert and resurrect the bees for labor. They are hated by most racesThey are actually quite kind
>>33893569This is a dramatic recreation of the massacre, recorded using advanced illusionary magic.
>>33893630There's always that one guy.On another note, giant crickets taught humans about music and instruments and the Bard School of Bardiness is ran by one of the oldest of crickets.
>>33893617Water, Air, earth, decomposition, chitin, flesh, plants, ichor?
>>33893655>thats edgy>"BARD BARD BARD"theres always that one guy.
>>33893655Locusts are terrible at being Bards.
>>33893690I had nothing against the necromancer. There's always that one guy because there is always that one guy that says necromancers are hated, when they kinda aight. It was just a statement my friend.
>>33893717Locusts affix weapons to their legs and kick people. They like to kick people. And eachother
Every 100 years, a plague of red-eyed Cicadas and the black magic they carry with them swarms the entire planet, causing havoc and chaos. Warning of these times, the ancient city-bugs go into a deep slumber, and advise their inhabitants to lock themselves away.All those outside their homes at the time of the swarm vanish, never to be seen again. However, according to the few Cicadas left after the swarms, they are not the ones who cause the damage, but are running from the true force behind the swarms.
An ancient race of Grasshoppers live in the far east, some say endless riches await those who travel to meet them, others say this is how they lure their next victims...
Dung beetle sewage managers
>>33893744the world is said to shed its exoskeleton every 100 years?
>>33893773dung beetles have a speech pattern where they say "hut" a lot
>>33893753It is often rumored that the Grasshoppers and Mantids are related, but they hate each other deeply. This reason is unknown, but many theorize it has to do with how those that travel to the far east never return..
There's a northern city lockated in a giant metal sphere where a small surviving nation of dwarves desperately hide from advancing sentient crimson water. Sphere is rumored to had been built by a god, and the rumor is his blood tries to cleance his creation from pesky intruders.
>>33893833this is of out there...
It was recently discovered that an ancient forest of humongous trees where actually giant sleeping stick insects. They were not happy to be awoken so rudely by woodcutters
>>33893833Inside of the same land of the Ants, there exist ancient, blind ants that hunt after and enslave their cousins. These creatures feed on the blood of their slaves' children, to enhance their strength and state of mind. it is rumored the queens of these hives feed on the blood of adult and child ants all the same, to grant themselves immortality. The children of Ant-Vampire crossbreeds awaken great power in those who feed on them.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adetomyrma
Are there large bodies of water in this insect hellhole?
To the east, mantids. To the south, vinegaroons.
>>33894225The Island-dwelling sapients hate the Continet-dwelling ones.
Ants exist in this world but only the size of acorns. They are the fairies of thie world and are semi magical and give helpful advice to those who give them sugar. To save an ant-fairy is an omen of good luck since the whole colony will view you as their hero.
>>33893928>>33894704Sorry, didn't see you're ant post.Lets agree these are different species.
>>33893928>>33894704Ants are now the Fae and UnSeelie Fae of this universe
>>33893399They meet up because the townsize and village size bugs have a mating season that creates earthquakes, but after another ears the new babys can be settled as new towns and villages.
There is a large land-locked region that is well known for being the first spawning grounds of many new species. It is called "The Womb of Nations".The current one are barbaric fire ants that prey and loot on ant colonies and bug-towns.
Primitive, cave men like Bombadier Beatles the size of large dogs have organzied and struggle to make a nation for themselves amongst all the bigger players of the world. Some of them want war, some of them want peace.
Put this on sup/tg/ This needs to be archived. I will writefag for this world.
>>33895722Somebody beat me to it.http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/33893248/
Chythka stumbled through the sand, "mother! Mother!" The young mantid stopped, resting her sore legs. She didn't know where she was. This wasn't home.Chythka started to cry, her mandibles chittering and her body shaking. A tiny voice spoke up, "Are you lost little one?"Chythka screamed and scampered over a nearby boulder and hiding behind it.There was a tiny buzz."Oh no,' She thought, "the wasps. They are here and they will eat me, tear me up, just like mother told me they would." A Moth alighted on top of the bolder. "Don't be afraid. I wont hurt you." There was a metalic bue tint to its grey and brown wings. Her big eyes held mo malice. Chythka trembled, unsure of what this thing was. Her fears poured out as she rambled about her plight. "Everything was shaking! I fell! I wake up and now Iam here in this sand. This isn't home! I don't know how to get home." Cthythka trembled and clicked as the moth pondered this.Then it fluttered down to her and rested on the Mantid's head. "You must have fallen off those big bugs you folk live on. Stay with me, child, I will guide you home. What is your name?""Chythka. And who are you?""I am Periwinkle. Now walk child. There are terrible things here.""As terrible as...as the wasps?""Much worse."Chythka began her journey home, Periwinkle fluttering around her.
>>33896390'... mo malice.' Greatest typo in the world. Its supposed to be 'no malice.'
>>33896390>>33896424How bout you give me MO story, cuz it's cool
>>33896751Heading to my SD6 game. Will write more tonight
>world inhabited by bus-sized SuzumibachiFully-automatic weapons are unrestricted and mandatory in every household.
Expect more story within the hour
It was dark now, and the only light came from a gentle blue glow that came from Periwinkle's wings. The darkness scared Chythka, but she didn't feel hopeless anymore. With Periwinkle's constant humming, both from her wings and from a tune the moth seemed to like, the mantid was growing calmer by the minute. "Periwinkle, what are you?""I am Periwinkle. I am also a moth. Oh, I am blue as well. I think your people call us Fay-Moths.""Were are we?""The desert. Sorry there is so much of it. Your home couldn't have moved far, it's a big beetle. Big bugs are slow. How silly that you live on their backs. Are they alright about that? What if it doesn't want you on it anymore? It must be strong to carry a village on its back. Does it have a name? Do you talk to it?"Chythka's head drooped, "Sorry. I dont know any of that.""Oh it's okay Chythka. When we get there please show me around. There may be interesting things in this desert, but they are hard to find, they are few and usually far away. There is alot of boring stuff though, like rocks. I wish rocks talk, so I'd have more people to talk too. FLOWER!"Periwinkle flew off to a single flower the size of Chythka's head and buried her whole body into the flower. Chythka watched the whole plant rock back and forth, as she stole quick, worried looks in all directions."Periwinkle...""What? One moment, this is a good one.""Periwinkle, do you hear that?""Hear what?" The Fay-moth stuck her head out of the bloom, pollen covered her antennea ...and heard the sharp roar of great insectoid wings.There was no sound more terrifying than the roar of Wasp wings.
>>33902953Fantastic, it continues
"Chythka run!" Periwinkle took to the air."Where?" Chythka screamed."Pick a direction, then run!" The moth rocketed upward, glowing bright blue as she ascended.In that light, Chythka saw a huge black shape. The shape was streaked with yellow. Its features sharp and angular, its triangular head held a pair of jaws as big as the young mantid.Periwinkle exploded into a sapphire sun. The wasp screamed in a deep, booming voice that Chythka could never have been prepared for.Some forgotten instinct clicked and she was hauling across the sand."Please be okay Periwinkle. Please don't die." She prayed to herself.The roaring of wings filled her world, shaking her insides as the thing flew closer and closer, somewhere above her.
Chythka came over the lip of a sand dune and tumbled head over thorax. Two boulders shot out of the ground meters away. The two stood close to each other with a gap between them. To her it was the only worthy hiding place she could see.The roar grew louder.She got to her feet and bolted to the rocks, jumping between them with all the power her four tiny legs could muster.Chythka never touched the ground. She floated suspended in midair between the rocks. Whipping her head around, she finally saw why.Thick cords of silk stuck to her exoskeleton. She was trapped in a web.She screamed as she struggled against it. With one arm still free she tried to cut through a cord with her tibial spines. The spines dug in...and got stuck. The more she pulled the more her arm stuck to the half-cut silk.She felt the cables pull her from above. Chythka struggled, and got her head around to look.She was face to face with eight black eyes. Each one reflected back her scared face.Chythka screamed.The roaring drowned out her scream.
The tuarantula, was furry, black, and each hair looked as sharp as porcupine quills. Its mandles moved across its mouth, saliva pouring from its fangs."Quiet down!" The spider shouted, grabbing Chythka and bodily ripping her off the web and throwing her over it.Bits of web still stuck to her thorax and limbs. Sand, and tiny rocks stuck to them.Chythka looked up in time to see the gigantic face of a wasp bulldoze through the gap between the rocks, colliding with what remained of the web. It roared when it realized it was stuck. She froze, the spider did not. The spider stabbed the wasp with a chitin spear. Blood poured out as the monster thrashed. The newcomer was weaving silk over its head while continuing to stab at an eye.The spider looked back, "Get going kid!" His voice was gruff and deep, and rose an octave when he started to scream. In the fraction of a second he looked at Chythka the wasp got his second right leg into his jaws and sliced it off.The limb fell to the sand in front of Chythka.
Based on all of this information, it seems that Bugworld is a pretty scary place to live in, but an awesome place to adventure in.
>>33904916I think Iam gonna steal the knights and knaves rules and use them in this setting.
The hornet threw his head to the side, slamming the wounded spider against the rock wall. the two of them tangling with the web, and stabbing the chitin spear deeper into the wasp's face.Periwinkle rocketed past Chythka and swirled around the wasp, swerving past any silk. "Run Chythka! Go!"Chythka shivered, staring down at the dismembered leg. Blood was soaking into the sand. He lost that leg because of her.She screamed and leaped at the wasp's face. "Go away!" She landed on its face, the silk covering the wasp's face locked the two together. Chythka kept her arms free and smashed her tibial spines against its unharmed eye. Screaming with each strike, "Go away! Go! Leave!"Her spines left no scratches, but she didn't notice. She kept screaming and striking as Periwinkle took hold of her mezothorax and tried in vane to pull her away.The wasp roared.
>>33906104glad the story is being enjoyed. writing more asap.If it gets stupid then say so.
Another spider, this one looking more like a scorpion crawled over the rock and entered the fight, stabbing its javalin shaped stinger into the much larger monster. The wasp thrashed around, slamming its head against both rocks. One swing smashed the first spider along the rock, the other swing smashed Chythka against the rock. Pain filled her as her carapace started to crack.A new creature jumped on the monsters back. This one had only two legs, two arms, and covered in mismatched plates of chitin. There was a sword in his hand. He sliced through the wasps exoskeleton.Chythka was dashed against the rocks again and she was torn free from the webbing. She fell to the sand a weak tumble of limbs. Periwinkle fluttered down to help. she stared up at the battle as the wasp's head was sawed off, bathing the mantid in the monster's ichor.She pulled her legs together, curled up into a ball or atleast the closet thing a mantid could look to a ball. All she felt was the heat of the ichor.
Periwinkle coughed. She was completely, utterly soaked in gore. With waterlogged wings she had to scuttle over to Chythka. "Chythka? Chythka, are you hurt? Talk to me, please."Chythka rolled over, wiped ichor from her eyes and looked over at the wasp hunters. All three of them were covered in the same gore she was, but it looked like they puposefully bathed in it. The one with the sword, looked over at the mantid, "Well. The kid's not dead."Chythka searched the sands and found what she was looking for among the carnage. She picked it up and stumbled over to the wounded spider. "Kid...what are you doing?"Chythka pressed the dismembered leg against the spider's stump. "I am sorry. I am so sorry. Please be okay." She fell against the spider's thorax and cried into his fur when the limb wouldnt connect. She just kept muttering the word 'sorry' over and over again."Quiet your crying kid. I am not dead. I have seven more of them."The others laughed. Chythka didn't, but her tears stopped. She hugged the spider, who quickly pushed her away. "Jeez kid. Back off."Periwinkle hopped up and down, spraying wasp blood as she tried to flap her wings dry. "Her name's Chythka. I am Periwinkle. She's lost. I am not. Are you lost? Please don't be. She needs help."The bipedal bug stepped forward and pulled off its chitin head, to reveal a human one. The man got on one knee to be eye level with her. "Where is your home, Chythka? I am Damian."Chythka whipped her eyes, and stared in wonder at the first human she had ever seen. "How did you take of your skin like that?""Its not skin, its armor. I dont have a body like you do. Mine's soft."Chythka looked over her back at a crack in her chitin. "Mine's soft too."The vinegaroons scuttled over and bumped his claw into the crack and laughed when she winced. "That will heal up just fine kid. You'll get a nice scar that'll keep until your next molt. Shame it will be so soon.
Periwinkle managed to take flight and took an orbit around Chythka, "She fell off her Village Beetle."The spider looked to the human, "There is only one of those nearby, it's probably hers.""Chythka, we're taking you home.">And that is the end of this part. This world setting gave me plenty of ideas so I will probably write more later if there is interest and I have the time.
>>33906662yesgib moreI like this a lot. weave more stories and I'll be able to use them in a campaign around this.
I think we need a name for this setting instead of just bug world. What about Chitin, or World-Clutch?
>>33906880chitin i think. world clutch makes me think that the world is nothing but clutch moments.
This is just great
There are parasitoid wasps the size of small lizards
>>33912882Some mage implant themselves with the larvae to gain a measure of control of the parasatoid wasps, and by extension manipulate other through the wasp larvae's ability to manipulate their hosts. Thankfully such ability is rare and their users are usually short-lived.
>>33914834These Wasp-Witches are a common powerhouse in the Wasp Cults.
Moths are the setting's equivalent of elder gods.There is one for each emotion that a human can feel.
>>33916453So the moth/fairy people came to exist due to their descending from God like beings? Sounds pretty cool.
you think the current world is scary?try going back to the time of the ancients.
>>33918190They have atomic bombs? Because this is the true scary think about our times.
>>33918190>>33918212>>33919022Summoning the ancient arthropod spirit is equivalent of a nuke. Wealthy community has at least one.
>>33918190>>33918212These are the merfolk of this land.
>>33919141no the merfolk of the land are the various Crustacean and Mollusk peoples of the sea
>>33893248Snails are zombies, infested by parasitic worms, and the Cordyceps Plague harrows the Ant lands.
The group marched through the sands in a triangle formation. Damian and the gruff, now seven legged spider had the front while the vinegaroon carried the rear, and Chythka on her back."Are you really okay Palama? I can climb off." The Mantis asked from her perch.The vinegaroon chuckled, "Nonsense child, reminds me of the old days. I carried a good fifty of my youngens on my back, one smallfry like you is nothing.""What happened to them?" Chythka asked, and immediately regretted it."It's a sad thing to outlive your brood, but they ain't all dead. Many still fight the swarms to the east. You ever set foot in CoastLock you tell the closest guardbug you're a friend of Ol'Palama. Half the gerrison their still remembers me."The spider, whos name was Catcher gave a gutter laugh through his mandibles. "This old bat is the toughest around. I've seen her rip through my own web. Scary stuff."Chythka could see the countless scars and long-healed cracks in Palama's chitin. "Did you always fight them?" She asked, poking an ancient scar."Since I hatched and crawled up on my mother's back. You folk may build your fancy homes and towns but we hunt wasps. Its my kind's duty. We will not rest until the last wasp dies, even if that means carrying the next generation into battle on our backs."
Periwinkle landed on Palama's head. From Chythka's perch, she could tell that color was starting to come back to the Fay-moth after her attempt to blind the wasp."Can I rest here? My wings are tired. I tried to scare the wasp, but accidentally blinded it. Were you out hunting that wasp?"Damian and Catcher shot the moth suspicious looks. Palama only chuckled in her motherly way. "Absolutely little one. I've never seen a Fay-moth before, but there are much backtalk and stories about your kind.""Backtalk?""Its what we call the stories our mother tells us when we ride her back. When we are too young to survive she will carry us on our back. Sometimes if their is alot of us even our father will carry part of the brood."Periwinkle buzzed, "Wow. I never had a childhood. I was just poof and here was Periwinkle." The moth punctuated the 'poof' by spreading her wings out."Chythka, CATCH." Damian tossed something large at the mantid. She fumbled it but held onto it. It was a large square of wasp carapace that Damian had cut off the monster and had been carving away at with a knife during their walk. the front was solid yellow with a line of black cutting through the middle. "What is it?""It's a shield. If anything dangerous happens before we get you home, hide somewhere safe and hold the shield in front of your face. Bathing once doesn't make you a warrior.""Bathing? But there was no water to bath with.""The wasp blood. A long time ago those who faught the wasps held a myth that bathing in their blood would allow them to ride and tame the wasps. No one has ever seen it happen, but the tradition remains. All warriors bath in the wasps they help kill."Chythka tried holding up the shield, it was really heavy. "But...But I didn't help. I couldn't do anything."
Palama spoke up in that gentle, deep voice of hers, "Child, you jumped at that beast and fought as hard as you could. True, you didn't hurt him, but that isn't important. No one ever slew a Wasp alone. You saw your fellow being in danger, locked in mortal battle and you stayed to fight. You earned that bath.""Periwinkle took a fought to! Before we found you guys I went BOOM FLASH and filled its eyes with blue."Catcher was the one to respond, "So that light was you. In that case you earned your bath. I've never seen a bug your size fly at a wasps face.""Wohoo! Periwinkle is a warrior too! The other Fay-moths will be impressed, if I ever meet them."Chythka tilted her head, "You've never met other Fay-moths?""Nope. Periwinkle went POOF and then just flew around to look at things and drink flowers.""Don't you want to meet other moths?""Yes, well maybe, No, Not sure. It doesn't really feel important to meet other Fay-moths, besides they might be mean or hog all the flowers. Atleast if I ever meet them I can brag about being a warrior. I bet none of them did what I did."
>>33926127Now I want a book on this shit. It just seems like a good story
>>33926127Please keep going, these are great!
>>33927314>>33927363Thanks Ill keep writing and get more up tonight. For now lets make sure all this gets archived but I can start copypasting everything into a google doc so it stays in a book-like format.If the thread ever 404s Ill eventually specifically start a Chitin World thread for when I have the more written. I feel like iam clogging up a thread with something that isnt worldbuilding.
>>33927490Dude you the best, thanks
Writer bro here, anyone know more about chitin in general (the material) i plan to use it as a poorman's substitute for metal, but Iam not sure how it would be exactly shaped into weapons, would it be chipped and flaked to a rough edge like old cave-man blades, or cut flat and sharpened like a blade.
“We shouldn’t march through the night. We need to have our wits about us tomorrow.” Everyone stopped at Damian’s suggestion and began setting up camp. The human started a fire as both arachnids scouted the surrounding hills for any unrealized dangers. Chythka huddled by the fire, holding Periwinkle to her chest. “Are we safe here?” “About as safe as any other place in the wastes. Don’t be afraid, Catcher and Palama have sharper eyes than you’d think. They have more of them to, for what it’s worth.” He reached into a pack, “You eat grubs right? Catch.” He tossed her a foot long cuboid. To catch it she thoughtlessly dropped the Fay-moth. The thing was a one inch by one inch cube that had been stretched out to just under a foot in lengh. She had no idea what she was looking at. Damian laughed. “It grub jerky. Take some grubs grind them up, add herbs, press into tray, smoke until dried then cut into pieces. It might not sound appetizing, but trust me it will land in your stomach and stay there the whole day.”Chythka took a tiny, delicate bite. The meat was rock hard and the overwhelming taste of salt and herbs made her gag. She stopped and examined the jerky again, convinced this was some prank.“I want to try it!” Periwinkle fluttered up and nibbled on the other end. “Bad. Weed nectar is better than this and weed nectar make Periwinkle sick.” “Hopefully you wont need to get used to it, but eat up anyway.” Chythka gnawed on it again, trying to ignore the flavor by staring at the campfire.“Why are the three of you out here?” She asked, as a sudden wave of suspicion took hold of her.“Tell me Chythka, how much do you know about the old times before the wasps became everyone’s nightmare?”
“Nothing really. They warn us of the wasps and what they do to us, but I haven’t been taught any history yet.”“Back in the before time, there was the wasps and the bees. They shared rulership of everything. It is said that, working together they gathered up every flower, every bit of food, and every drop of water and stored it in hives that spanned the world. The hives became so big that soon there was nothing outside of them, and everything was inside. There was peace between them for a long time, but then a war broke out. No one knows why or how it started, but both sides fought and the hives came crashing down. Some say all this sand is just powdered debris of those great hives.”“Some say? Do you mean you don’t know?”“There is a lot we don’t know. The war itself might never have happened. There might never have been hives the size of continents, but there are things I have seen. I have seen the crumbled, dusty remains of hives, and inside them I have found the dried out bodies of what I can only assume are bees. Those might only be smaller hives, and those might have been ancient wasps, but many is still left unanswered. The wasps that haunt us and chase us and tear through our homes don’t think, and they don’t talk. They are monsters in the truest sense of the word. Maybe the bees were just the first victims of these monsters and they never did work together to build the Great Hives. It’s why we’re out here, trying to find some answers.” The human leaned forward and stared into the fire for a long while. The silence unnerved Chythka. “I fear too much time has passed since the era of the Great Hives. Any proof that might have been found could have crumbled to dust, or worse yet, get eaten up by a thoughtless village-beetle or city-roach. It’s been dangerous, coming down from the city, each day we risk our lives on what could be a fairytale. I just hope the next ruin will have my answer.”
During this whole talk Periwinkle was orbiting the campfire. Each time she passed Chythka, the Fay-moth was a tiny bit closer to the campfire. Round and a round she fluttered, saying nothing to either human or mantid. The shadow of her wings danced across their faces as Damian told his story and she got closer and closer to the campfire.>and with that I will take a break for the night. Expect more later.
>>33929476SHIT NO PERIWINKLE DON'T DO IT YOU BITCH
>>33929476Really loving the mood you got going on in these.Great stuff, you should totally make an eventual thread to discuss more setting stuff.
>>33929476Dark Secret: Attracted to flames. Now I'm glad I said moth and not butterfly.
>>33929608there was no way I was gonna write a story with a magical pixie moth thing, and not include that.
>>33929476Is it wierd I see Periwinkle as a tiny version of Puck from DotA?
So what are Scorpions like in this setting?Basically big, brutish, orc style muscle?
>>33930355yes.nigga, this is bug world, in my head this is what periwinkle looks like if about the size of a small cat.
>>33930490They might have a 'noble savage' vibe. Or a 'survival of the fittest' attitude, as scorpions eat their young sometimes.
>>33930490in my mind, a warrior race similar to the vinegaroons
Black Widows are a matriarchy possessing powerful dark magics, and keeps to themselves in ancient forests that are not stick bugs.
>>33930539That thing is cute as fuck!>>33930552Definitely go for survival of the fittest, but make them "hireable" as mercs if their price/conditions are met.
I vote for giant centipedes that armies use to ride to battle ala sandworms.
>>33930970>Not having them as a non fighting race that have opted to work in citiesFor some reason I really want to see a condescending centipede banker at work.
>>33927490>Something that isn't worldbuildingHow else do we flesh out a world than to write stories about it?
>>33931093I see a millipede working better
>>33931197I can see it now. An asshole whose hundreds of legs are writing, stamping, and filing different papers. Almost like a conveyor belt of hands, each is brought up to the things bespectacled face and either put in a massive pile to its right or cast behind it. Very little is cast behind it.
>>33931261He is wrapped around a giant abacus that he uses for his number crunching.
Aphids are like cattle and are kept in large herds by the ants underground and in smaller groups used mainly for "dairy" by humans and other topside dwelling creatures, so a village will have a few on the back of the giant insect they live on and so on
Pill bugs are like chickens and are extremely common throughout most civilised places
>>33931531I threw up a little. Congrats.
>>33931485Making Ladybirds primarily farmers
Really wanna see a version of these guys in the setting:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hercules_beetleJust fucking look at it... my god the possibilities (and the fear, don't forget the fear)
>>33931559i imagine its a lot like this
Could we have Dragonflies as a sort of aristocratic higher class found within the cities?
The atmosphere of this planet has ridiculously high levels of oxygen, so much that its almost toxic to humans. Thankfully, they have by now adapted to this atmosphere. The gravity on this planet is also a lot lower than that of Earths, and these two factors are partially why the insects are the dominant animal group on this planet.