>majority race of the setting is relatively dumb bug men
>they simply outbred all the other races, who are now minorities inside of massive bug civilizations
>regularly use the races who produce higher quality citizens for specialty tasks and adventuring
Could it be interesting?
Dumb but populous guards, simple peasants, the occasional higher up bug that's actually competent, and the occasional human or elf or whatever holding a relative position of power.
sounds neat
>You will never have a harem of mothgirls addicted to the exotic fetishes that they can't comprehend beyond pleasure
To flesh out the idea more, I'm thinking that maybe castes might liven things up.
Workers as most populous, then soldiers, then a gap, then unstable elite soldiers, then a gap, then smart ones and breeders. This allows for mooks, possible PCs or themed NPCs, and ruling classes.
The bugs naturally gravitate towards spears and underground living, but depending on other race population, their cities may be above ground and they may be better armed.
So basically Necrophage from Endless Legend?
Kinda?
Distinctly less eating people, and with more ability to be generally mislead.
It's honestly a good way to make adventurers "exceptional" without needing to justify it. It also justifies things like weak/stupid peasants who can never do anything, or having to rely on adventurers for everything.
This is because the bugs are generally pretty incompetent at everything; so it allows other races to be powerful or useful. You go into the town and there's about a million faceless NPC bug men and it isn't weird because they're bugs, that's what they do.
Pretty cool idea, OP.
You could also replace the bug people with ditzy, short bunny people for the same basic effect, but a lot cuter.
In times of peace, the average soldier could be fairly well drilled, and fully capable of maintaining formations and fighting professionally.
As wars go on, the likelyhood of this drops further and further as more and more of the soldiers are less than a year old, instead becoming more of a very angry and stubborn rabble.
Furry pls
>The Kingdom is slowly taken over by dumb bug people because they simply outbreed the normal races but everyone pretends this is fine
How does your party respond?
well, considering that by the time they got to the standard medieval feudal setting the bugs were entrenched, that means the bugs probably showed up during the copper or bronze age. Maybe even earlier.
So I do a roman starship troopers for however long it takes for the empire to exhaust itself on the weight of barbarians. I mean bugs. I mean barbarians.
Or, if it's caveman times, have super brutal caveman battles with the bug men for the rest of my days, until technology is done cooking enough for stable civilization to occur.
Sounds good.
This actually sounds like a really cool concept for an rpg setting, pretty original too.
>exasperated 40 year old elite soldier at the edge of his life, trying to teach new soldiers the basics of swordplay
I can dig it
>"I'm too old for this shit"
>Ywn stuff your mothgirl's antenna in her mouth, effectively blindfolding and gagging her with her own appendage.
>Ywn hear your mothgirl beg to be humiliated in front of the harem, her wings stripped of flight-assisting moth dust while her erogenous zones are poked and prodded. She is ashamed, she loves it, she does not care to know why.
>Ywn hold a contest for best mothgirl, the rules of which are "see who can stand it the longest to have their fur pushed backwards against the grain." The winner gets to wear your white hot mess in their fur when you take them with you grocery shopping.
Can't or they will be arrested for xenophobia.
>War quickly devolves into all sides releasing hormonally-controlled armies of ravening omnicidal murderbugs
>Terrifying collateral damage, turns urban areas into Hadley's Hope overnight
>Nobody wants to go to war anymore
>Cold wars instead
>Mammalian PCs are essentially shadowrunners for insect dynasts
The rumble of thousands and thousands of stamping legs marching in time made the tunnels and rooms of the colony shudder and the dirt below her own feet shift with every beat. The nigh endless ranks of the host assembled made a wave of antdom that would, at a glance, give pause to almost any other army in the world. Fixed on the phermone scent of the one before it, each ant was singularly focused on one thing-- Advance. At all cost. At all speed. With no sense of worry or fear of what might be ahead. Powerful mandibles flexed and clicked in time, the natural weapon of each.
How many enemes had been crushed beneath those feet which marched so relentlessly? How many great enemies were brought down by bites more numerous to count? Truly it was by their numbers and suicidal single mindedness that the world had been inherited.
Yet, she knew that was their limit. The soldiers before her marched without larger sense or ambition or dynamicism. They did no more anticipate what enemy they were marching out against than where they would place the step after their next. It was all programmed nature, as senseless as it was relentless.
Her experience told her less than one in a thousand would ever live to understand the emotions of battle. Even fewer would learn to control them. The bitter taste of violence in the air, the smell of cruelty and military acumen. Her skills were earned from the scores of patched punctures in her exoskeleton. By the stiffness and chip in her antenae that still forced her to plan every step carefully. By the blood of the enemy that had stained her eyes. She had long ago learned to resist the compulsion of simply lashing out when the phermones demanded it. They would likely never know more.
Yet even despite those many scars and lessons, she still felt the ball of instinct welling up inside her, the almost irresistable compulsion to join ranks and march with one mind again...
What does military acumen smell like?
Is it cum?
>the occasional higher up bug that's actually competent,
Can he be named Sir Antington?
Napalm.
Now this is great idea.
Add in monsters born from all the collateral due to use of certain magic weapons and something to prevent standard races from ruling over bug people.
Sounds awfully familiar...
...
Smells like teen spirit