On the 14th of Frostful Dawn the destruction of our land Rivellion was prophecised to occur in two millennia, the exact description of how our prosperous lands would be destroyed was ambiguous, yet one distinctive truth remains, the threat would emerge and threaten to engulf Rivellion.
THAT DAY IS NOW, our lands are stricken with war and patients are escaping the clutches of their benevolent doctors. All the while our vile adversaries, the Knights of Drey accumulate their forces, and summon the giant acorn in a scheme to make squirrels reign supreme.
Now normally I wouldn't be opposed to this however, these INSOLENT FIENDS, practice VILE NECROMANCY, a practice of foul sorcery which is an AFFRONT UPON LIFE AS WE NATURALLY KNOW IT.
I urge you to aid me on my quest in saving Rivellion, and restoring purity to our lands once more.

25 PERCENT
Of Mantises get eaten alive by the female during intercourse
THIS IS DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CANNIBALISM
We must band together and prevent this rampant cannibalism in Mantis societies

Girdlegard is a neighbouring kingdom to Rivellion, a place where Dwarves, Elves and Humans coexist
This kingdom was previously under threat, by an army of Tion's creatures
Alflings, also known as corrupted Elves, Orcs, Bognolins and Ogres were sent forth to extinguish the light of humanity
They wished to increase the reign of the perished land, which has the ability to resurrect and produce an army of revenant warriors
The only way to defeat an undead soldier, resurrected by the perished soil was to decapitate them, only then would they cease doing the corrupted lands bidding
Although the threat has been extinguished in these fair lands, after Tungil Goldhand himself forged the axe Keenfire out of Sigurdaisy wood and various metallic components, using the axe to slay Keenfire, there still remains an existing threat to the west. It is an ambiguous force, one that we must remain vigilant against.

The five founders of the Dwarven folks were created by Vraccas, who gave each of them a name. The father of the Thirdlings cast off his Vraccas given name and called himself Lorimbur, which is how he has been always known. The other Dwarves each received a particular talent for their folks and so the smiths, the masons, the gem cutters and the goldsmiths were born. But when it was Lorimbur's turn, Vraccas told him: "You chose your own name, so you must choose your own talent. Teach yourself a trade, for you can expect nothing from me." Lorimbur attempted to teach himself a trade and apprenticed himself to each of his brothers in turn, but his efforts were unrewarded. The iron cracked, the stone split, the gems shattered and the gold cindered. It was after constant failure that Lorimbur came to envy his brothers and his spiteful heart was filed with eternal hatred for all Dwarves. Determined to excel at something, he applied himself in secrecy to the art of combat. His aim was not merely to defeat his enemies, but to vanquish every Dwarf in Girdlegard, so that none of his kin could overshadow him again.

Once was a man from Vicovaro, tight at night, shed be loose come 'morrow, early in the morning!
Another maid from Vicovaro, plouged with pleasure and drank with sorrow, till early in the morning!
Our third maid was not demanding, gave it up to any man standing, early in the morning!

As part of the new Welsh healthy scheme, it has been decided upon to provide free dumplings for all, would you care for a dumpling?

Why change the past when you can own this day?

Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!
Fell deeds awake, fire and slaughter!
spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,
a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!


Now I am certain that you all are impressed with my vast intellect so sit down and let me tell you a story,
as is custom upon us Greek denizens of Ithaca.
I hail from the lands of Crete and am a returning war veteran from Troy.
However, alas I found my house in ruins, and so i wonder the everlasting plains, seeking glory and fame, so i may settle anew.
That is how i came to find your husband, my dear Penelope. While I was nesting inside my straw hut, hiding away from the elements he stumbled into my makeshift home. First he ate everything in my cabinet, took a leak and then demanded presents.
He told tall tales to me of his adventures, and his home, and you Penelope his dear wife.
He told me to come here to his kingdom Ithaca on this rosy fingered dawn and tell you about his whereabouts.
He also told me you would give me presents,
and that you would have Oreos in the cabinet,
I hope you do not come to disappoint.
Let me describe his appearance to you.
he has bright blue eyes, light bring hair and he wore a purple Toga.
He had an affinity for wearing coral necklaces, strung together by seaweed.
And why just yesterday I saw him preaching to the masses about how he was not Jesus, Alas no, he told us none of us were Jesus, but instead we bore the capabilities and affinity to perform divine, miraculous acts similar to how our lord and saviour, Jesus the son of God and Mary.
As I sailed here to Ithaca I thought it wise to deliver this news.
Take my tidings as good fortune, your husband remains alive.
And just today I had a dream,
An eagle was carrying 20 geese in the air, that is a good omen.
Your husband will return in less than a year, no more than 1, and he will drive these suitors laying ruin upon your house out permanently
The day of retribution will arise.
All the traitorous handmaidens, the greedy conniving suitors and charlatans laying ruin upon your house will arrive, Odysseus will rally the men and will fight alongside your son Telemachus to triumph upon those conniving wretches.
I believe this day will be a Thursday, for Thursday is a lucky number
Do you know why the number four is a lucky number?
No Penelope, you are a middle aged woman, you don't have school, all you do is make shawls which you then sabotage, forcing yourself to restart the creation of the shawl to further deceive your suitors.
You are an expert knitter indeed
Now would you like to hear why four is a lucky number?
Good answer Penelope.
You see four is a lucky number because it is he day that God created the celestial bodies of the universe, the luminaries we know as the sun and moon.
It is the day that light was generated, providing us alongside the rabbits and chirping birds with sun.
It is the day the trees became alive and rejuvenated.
On this day he also created the moon, to distinguish the times of day.
The moon reflected the suns light, and provided us mere mortals with the knowledge that within darkness arose light.
Truly a inspirational message.
it also allowed beddy byes to happen.
Most significantly of all he created stars, the glittering objects inspiring our imagination and fantasy
the shining beacons of hope which bless us with their array of light
Remember that each star is a God, and most significantly each star is God.

The God's made us too dissimilar. Sitalia created the Elves to love the skies and forests, Vraccas gave us our caverns and underground halls.

When I was little, my mother told me stories about a terrifying being, the king among Tion's and Samusin's creatures, the predator of predators, the hunter who hunted his own kind, destroying the weak and fighting the strong to make them stronger. Or to kill them if their ascendancy was undeserved. She said that his eyes shone with violet light and that weaker beings fled for their lives at the sight of him.

I am the venerable sage, the one who you frequently espy lying along the cobblestones, bellowing archaic prophecies, in a garbled tongue, out of a thieved traffic cone. The hordes of onlookers shy away, frightened by the knowledge and truth that I sprout. Within time Fluffles, you too will reach a similar epiphany.

The winds beckon, the sheets allure me with their feathers. The malachite table, longs to be gnawed, my teeth ache for nibbles. I will gnaw upon this table, or I will suppress the urge, only for it to be ignited at a later time, possibly a wedding, where the bride will be served alongside hot chocolate and roasted marshmallows.

That's what we are: soldiers. Waiting for you in the dark. You can't see us, but we see you. No matter whose cloak you don: Weeb, Furry, Portuguese game reviewer, you prey on the weak, the Children of Rivellion will hunt you down.

Fluffles, in this world you either succumb to mediocracy, or polymorph into an eccentric troubadour.

The chronicle of my Pokemon adventure.
I recall playing my first Pokemon game and exclusively using the grass type starter Chikorita
I caught Raichu with a masterball, providing me ownership of two high leveled Pokemon
I marched up to the elite 4, after surpassing the rock cave.
The predicmanet was that I wasn't aware of using potions and whatnot, I was too young and inept to comprehend the significant of items asides from Pokeballs.
So every attempt at surpassing the elite 4 and grand champion were accompanied by failure.
I recall, due to my overlevled Raichu and grass starter I always surpassed the first 3, ascending to the fourth and possibly even the champion.
When i fought the champion I always solely had one pokemon, who was poisoned by the cobalt from the previous elite 4 member.
Fortunately, after returning some time later I was able to triumph over Lance.

There was once a feline, an ordinary, tabby mouser. One day the feline went off, all by itself, on a long journey to a terrible dark forest. He walked and he walked and he walked. Keep quiet rascal, don’t make me get the belt. Anyhow, he walked and he walked, until he encountered a fox with a scarlet coat. The fox looked at the cat. “Who are you?” he asked. “I’m a cat,” replied the cat. “Ha,” said the fox. “But aren’t you afraid, cat, to be roaming the forest alone? How will you respond if the king comes a hunting? With hounds and mounted hunters, alongside bears? I tell you cat,” said the fox, “the chase is a dreadful hardship to creatures of our calibre. You have a pelt, I have a pelt, and hunters never spare creatures like us, because hunters have sweethearts and lovers, who’s little hands and necks get cold, so they make muffs and collars fr those strumpets to wear.” Don’t interrupt. The fox went on, “ I, cat, know how to outwit them, I have one thousand, two hundred and eighty six ways to outfox those hunters, so cunning am I. And you cat, how many methods do you have? The cat said, “I fox, don’t have any ways, I only know one thing, up a tree as quick as can be. That ought to be enough, oughtn’t it? The fox burst out laughing, “Hah,” he said, “What a goose you are. Flourish your stripy tail and flee, for you’ll perish if the hunters spot you.” And suddenly, out of nowhere, the horns bellowed and the hunters leaped out of the bushes. And they saw the cat and the fox and soon they set upon them. QUIET. Anyhow, they were yelling, “Have at them, we’ll make muffs out of them muffs! And they set the hounds on the fox and the cat. The cat using it’s one ability, darted p a tree, like every cat does. Right to the very top. But the hounds seized the fox! And before Reynard had time to use any of his cunning ways, he’d been transformed into a collar. And the cat simply meowed from the top of the tree, hissing at the hunters, who were unable to do anything to him. They stood at the foot of the tree, swearing like troopers, but they had to go away empty handed. And then the cat climbed down from the tree and slunk calmly home. The moral of the story is to hone your innate abilities, utilising them as an alternative to various deceptive tricks, that threaten to lull your consciousness into a perpetual state of complacency.

Little Dryads were hungry for tales. Just as little Witchers. Because both of them were seldom told bedtime stories. Little Dryads fell asleep listening raptly to the wind blowing in the trees. Witchers fell asleep to their arms and legs aching from the belt.

Ysmir, Shor's Tongue, Dragon of the
North and noble champion who
defeated the Direnni and cleaned
Skyrim of the Alessian heresy.


Biography, denial of accusations of pedophilia

Greetings all, I am Quercus, the true squirrel descendant of Rivellion, and today I have come to discuss the allegations of pedophilia. On the whole, these allegations are inherently false, and stem from a separatist movement, seeking only to defame, and destroy my integrity. These allegations are by large completely, and utterly unfounded, being likely sent by Goatboy or Ranger himself in an attempt to thwart my plans.


Rivellion Description

Rivellion is a beautiful, prosperous land, filled with lush rainforests, snowy mountain peaks and other ecological wonders of all types. In essence, Rivellion is my land, and the land I will continuously protect from the giant Acorn, which is being sent by the Knights of Drey, in their dastardly plot to wreak havoc, and create a land where only squirrels will be able to reside.


Academia

The antlers of a deer are known for magical qualities. So being quite sincere, I know that you can bodily knock over your opponent by shooting a sharpened chip and he'd lie their frozen, but only for a bit.


Quotes

They summoned the Great Acorn once, they will be able to summon it again. We have to destroy their order once and for all.

Now, you have all the power you need. You were a wonderful Shield as we fled, but now we are not running any more. Now you must become the Axe.

Go, my friend, and lay waste to the forces of the acorn! Hack them to pieces! Snap their spines and burn their eyes and - ahem, Quercus says 'good luck'.

I have observed you defeat monsters, villains, and a surprising number of inanimate objects, but your greatest challenge yet lies before you.

Allies Of Rivellion

Enemies Of Rivellion

As I have reiterated above, the Knights of Drey are the primary adversaries of Rivellion. They aim to unleash the wrath of the giant acorn, causing a land where squirrels will reign supreme. Normally as a squirrel I would not be so opposed to this plan, however, the Knights of Drey practice vile necromancy, a forbidden art shunned by all. They seek to corrupt and ruin my land, and as such my stalwart shields and I will protect it until serenity remains in the land once more. Additionally, the children of Rivellion are officially warring with the DEUS soldiers who are loyal to Goatboy35, these include.
Rangers Inept Apprentice -
Warden Bill -
SPQR Gorilla -

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Collection Of Females