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What do a Barbarian, a Bard, a Rogue, and a Paladin all have in common? They are the newest employees of the infernal conglomerate that has taken over Hell, and they are about to find out that death is only the beginning...

After barely succeeding in their first task, our now mostly full-bodied demons travel to a nearby town with very poor signage, arriving just in time for dinner and a show...

Having literally and figuratively pissed in the bed of local law enforcement, the demons put a fitting end to Roblin's urinary shenanigans before rolling the dice on an enigmatic wizard whose generosity is outdone only by his spot-on German accent...

While contending with Todd's mysterious medical malady, the demons are finally forced to deal with the consequences of their actions when the overly zealous FDI come knocking. Spoiler: They don't knock. 

Arriving at last in the fabled city of Abingora, the demons get their marching orders from Terrorblade. Tasked with defending a total sleazebag, they are forced to enlist the aid of an even bigger sleazebag...

The demons successfully secure themselves hovel-dwelling legal counsel, but must first complete a simple side quest that goes off the rails faster than you can say "Yuri Gagarin, First Man in Space"...

Severely hung over with their court date fast approaching, the demons - henceforth known as The Fearsome Foursome - partake in a spot of jury tampering to improve their odds. Later, the group's legal acumen is put to the test when it matters most...

Seeking revenge, The Fearsome Foursome delve into Abingora's criminal underworld only to find that information comes at a cost. Far below the city streets, our demons encounter their most challenging opponent yet - a simple puzzle...

Celebrations are in order! After catching up with Mark Merle, the Fearsome Foursome try their hand at party planning only to discover there is a thin line between a merry festival and a mass casualty event

After waking up cold, nude, and displaced, our intrepid foursome have to make their escape from a schnitzel-scented hellhole. Sticks and stones may well break their bones, and chains and whips are frightening.