Alcohol makes everything better

A small rest later and the victorious trio look over the edge that overlooked the lava lake, even from here they can see the lake slowly but surely draining downstream. Without Ceaseless Discharge constantly adding more lava the lake will eventually drain completely, in the game it happens almost instantaneously but here it'll probably take a while due to Lava's high viscosity. Reima his two friends on the back, "Good fight guys, that could have gone a lot worse than it did." He idly runs his hand through his air, still getting phantom pains from having lava dropped in it.

Priscilla "Was mine archery satisfactory?" she asks in her peculiar speaking mannerism... He should tell Solaire to try coach her on speaking normally.

Solaire "It was, I'm surprised you've come to so far in such short time... Although you did miss a couple." He receieves a pout when he points out her failed shots.

Reima "If it felt right then we can try get the Giant blacksmith to make you one, I'm sure he'd be happy to." She nods in response to his question.

Reima "Alright, I think we should get back. The others must've noticed the screaming is gone, try be sympathetic to the sisters..." He asks them, hoping that they wouldn't say something uncouth.

Solaire "Don't worry my friend, we'll mourn with them then throw a jolly good party... Do you still have drinks left if you don't mind my asking?"

Reima grins, "I definitely do, why? Hoping to get jollied?" They both laugh and the confused Priscilla just looks on at them.

They make their way back through the ruins and past the chaos servants bowing their heads low in respect to their strength and in mourning for their lost "master/god", they enter and find the three sisters sitting in the main cave, Quelina is crying into Quelaag's shoulder while Quelana pats her on the back while whispering reassuring words.

Reima "We're back..." He gets their attention.

Quelaag is the first to speak, "Thank you Reima for stopping his painful existence... You two as well, no doubt you played as large a role as Reima." She looks at Priscilla and Solaire with respect.

Quelina doesn't say anything but Quelana speaks for her, "Words can not portray my gratitude for what you've done, I'm sure Lina agrees when we thank you for doing what we could not."

Reima shakes his head, "Don't mind it... I'm only helping out my sisters, right?" Quelaag grins at this through her sore eyes.

The group along with the large contingent of the Chaos servants hold a ceremonial "burial" for Ceaseless Discharge or Quenall as he was called before undergoing the chaos mutations. Reima thinks it lasted for around 12-24 hours but he isn't sure due to being unable to tell the time here... After the "burial" Reima breaks out a couple barrels of Kuretz whisky along with a small pile of dried meats. Almost everyone gets involved... Even Quelina and Priscilla who refused to not drink with everyone, the change of atmosphere was a bit jarring, going from burial to party but the alcohol helped the transition. Reima had to make clear to everyone to keep the flames away from the barrels as the alcohol would literally ignite and explode if they did, especially in a place as hot as this. Reima broke out the Gwent cards for people to play, Solaire had no problem on coaching the around forty Chaos servants on how to play. Reima sat beside the sisters and Prisclla and told stories of his travels through Absolver and his home Kaer Morhen, he didn't tell them they were specifically in other worlds but if they were listening properly they could probably guess. He was telling the story of how he first met Kuretz, the man who made this Alcohol which they fondly named Essence of booze before a spectacularly tipsy Priscilla started cuddling him... It seems she's the grabby kind of drunk, this is part of the reason he didn't want her to drink as you never know how they'd act unless you've seen it before.

Reima in his slightly drunken state just sighs and continues telling stories, he even started telling them of the technologies on earth, they called him out for lying but the sly grin on his face made them think he might be telling the truth... All through this Priscilla got increasingly "intimate" Reima having to move her hands positioning to prevent an angry Solaire from spearing him, as he kept drinking his dulled senses didn't allow him to see the glaring Quelaag who didn't seem amused at all when looking at the half dragon resting her large breasts atop his head, drink still in hand.

He only found out that Quelaag is an angry, jealous drunk when she gave her drink to Quelana and pounced on top of Reima and Priscilla... The subsequent "wrestling match" would be described for a long time afterwards by a grinning Quelina much to the displeasure of Quelaag and amusement of Priscilla.

The next day Reima finds himself under what seems to be a massive heavy pillow? He tries to move it but hears a moan from a familiar voice... He realises that he is under the spider body of Quelaag and tries to quickly find an exit before she wakes up, he manages to crawl out only to come face to face with Quelina being smothered by Priscilla's breasts... Both still asleep. Over in the corner he can see Quelana with a scowl on her face while she rubs her temples, "I'll never drink again..." she says hoarsely.

Reima "You want some water or something?" She nods and he retrieves a flask of water from his Folded space before giving it to her. She thanks him and starts downing it quickly.

Reima "So errrr, nothing untoward happened last night right?"

Her scowl morphs into a grin "No, why? You want something to happen?" She nudges her head towards the beautiful women sleeping nearby.

Reima blushes and stutters out, "N-no. I'm a gentleman, through and through."

She shakes her head, "Right. Whatever you say."