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Gas And Acidity Home Remedy

A War for a Place to call Home: First blood

Sarus Fortress is a titanic bastion of stone, steel, and sorrow—an ever-expanding bulwark built by the Bullard Empire to encircle the accursed island at the world's end. Beneath that island’s ashen skies lie the shattered hearts and skulls of three dead gods, whose corpses still fester with divine malice. From them crawl endless horrors—monstrosities birthed from madness and spite—that claw relentlessly at the walls of reality, seeking to unmake all mortal life. To sustain the fortress and fund the eternal war, the empire long ago enacted the Tithe: a grim tradition that claims lives in lieu of taxes, conscripting men, women, and children alike into the grinding teeth of its war machine. Here, survival depends not only on strength, but on adaptation. Soldiers wield heirlooms that are passed through blood , channel blessings from careless gods, command alien spirits, and harness Mori—the lingering essence of the dead. Through the Bonding ritual that is performed by the followers of the great unison the graft the flesh of the enemy onto their own in desperate bids for power is common place . And yet, despite all this, the dead gods’ corruption spreads. This is the tale of five conscripts claimed by the Tithe—five souls bound not by blood or banner, but by the absence of home. A salt miner who murdered his kin to claim their mori-born magic. A disgraced noblewoman clawing her way back from exile with charm, spite, and ambition. A glass-winged pixie the size of a thimble, who named herself after her favorite animal and chose to follow humans out of love. A disillusioned blessed Apothecary who seeks a purpose as he lost his. A Veteran soldier born into the Fortress who has undergone the Bonding more times than she can remember, all to live up to the memories of her parents. Together, they are thrown into the gullet of war not as saviors, but as offerings. Whether they will survive—or change the shape of the world in their struggle—is a story still unfolding beneath the an unending sky.
Duckspuck · 3.9K Views

"The Shitty Gas Station at the Edge of Town"

Tucked away at the edge of town, past the old railroad tracks and where the streetlights stop working, there’s a run-down gas station that’s open all day, every day. It looks like any other forgotten gas station in the middle of nowhere—with dusty shelves, strange snacks, broken lights, and a creepy smell that never goes away. But this place is anything but normal. Strange things happen here. There’s a gang of weird, possibly mutated raccoons living in the crawlspace—led by Rocco, a huge raccoon who likes to chew on car tires. There’s also a mysterious man known as the bathroom cowboy, who sometimes appears in the restroom, handing out balloon animals or singing songs that give people strange feelings of peace. The only full-time worker is the narrator, who spends most of their time behind the counter, dealing with broken equipment, strange smells, and even stranger customers. From a drunk who says he insulted the devil, to an old lady who insists her never-seen children were taken during a storm, to a farmer whose animals grew human faces—everyone around here has a bizarre story. Whether it’s the eerie silence of the woods downhill, the strange folks who wander in from the forest, or the way things just seem… off—this gas station is more than just a place to fuel up. It’s a mystery, a warning, and a strange little world of its own. If you ever stop by, be careful. The weirdness might follow you home
Saumyajeet_Singh · 5.9K Views

Chronicles of the Skyborne Zayan Remedy

In the realm of Nurghazira, where prayers drift like mist and mountains breathe ancient secrets, lived a boy with no name but a thousand destinies—Zayan. Raised in the shadow of ruins and old remedies by a blind healer known only as Master Faatir, Zayan never imagined the old man’s chants and clay bottles held more than herbs. But on the night the moon bled silver, the old master whispered his final breath and left behind a book—a living script written in light, sealed with the sighs of seven jinn. The Book of Breath and Bone. Its verses could only be read by a soul cleansed in silence and dawnlight. Its pages did not speak of war—but of wounds: physical, spiritual, and those too deep for any blade or balm. It was a manual of healing and harmony, of energy and equilibrium—meant to rebuild a shattered world, one heartbeat at a time. But peace is a forbidden art in a world built on control. From the Ashen Exorcists of the Eastern peaks, to the Gu Sorcerers of the Southern swamps, powers stir—hunters of sacred knowledge, chasers of divine fire. They come not for healing, but for the final seal: Afaaj, the crest of celestial dominion. Zayan must journey through ancient ruins veiled in jasmine mist, cross cities where potions are politics, and learn to wield techniques born not just from muscle or mind—but from soul memory. He will learn of the Sky Pulse, of Talismanic Breaths, of Eye Gurah and Spirit Points. He will walk the thin thread between healer and warrior—between savior and heretic. And above all, he must answer the whisper of the pages: “Are you the Healer of the End, or the End of all Healers?”
Harimau_Sholawat · 20.2K Views
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