Faced with the potential for a trip to Pandemonium, the group decides to spend some time in investigation. They consult sages, commune with nature, contact other planes, delve into bardic lore and ask the druids for hidden knowledge.
Unfortunately, all this poking and prying into the planes reveals some information. The first bit of information is that some sort of ancient arcane dragon thingy is drinking straight from the font of souls, thus all the soulless children. The next bit of info is that they will need to break into the tomb of a long-dead god to steal something that will allow them to gain access to the soul fountain. Beyond that, they learn that the tomb is guarded by an angelic being of some sort – undoubtedly loathe to allow entry to the tomb.
The final piece of information is that the dragon thingy is not happy with being spied upon, and greatly resents folks trying to find out tings about it. This becomes clear when the group is attacked by a snake-woman-demon thing that attacks Demming, screaming all the while about his bloodline. The battle is swift and fierce. Demming is slain and the fiend attempts to stick a helmet upon his head.
This alarms Dalliance so she turns the corpse of Demming into a child’s wooden letter block. The fiend departs, in a decidedly foul temper. The group remains in a decidedly foul mood, until a strange sumo-wrestler grey frog pops out of the aether and demands to know ‘where did the bitch go?’ Dalliance gestures vaguely and says – out of this plane. The frog follows. The group is puzzled, then paranoid.
They stop to recruit another of Demming’s sect, invoking the name of the great druid to try and summon a replacement. They succeed and prepare themselves for a trip to pandemonium to fight angels and break into the tomb of gods. Good times, good times.