(No, I need you (or anyone else) to come up with an idea of removing a demonic substance from the gear)

"Magic grease," repeated Clonk with Fran's voice (should it not be for Choir, that could sound like a teasing), "magic!" he energetically nodded, "grease" - no less energetic shaking head. He lovingly patted the machine: "Grinds demons. Got clogged? Bad demon!" He thought a little and added with a sigh: "no more parts. Scrap?"

Choirs experiment got both curious at first, but radiant light made them panic when little black cloud puffed from the gear (machine did not move - not yet, at least): "No!!! Bad bird!!!" Both now waved at Choir to stop her holy exercises around devilish creation. 

It looks like indeed the spiky gear is unique and precious but neither Clonk, nor Chukka know what to do with that demonic essence on it.

Noticing the small black puff from the spell, Ordrag suggests: Choir, you got anything stronger? That looked like it was gonna work for a minute. If them don't like it, them can stand back a bit.

Choir scratches her head at the reaction of Chukka and Clonk.  If the machine was devil-powered, would anything powerful enough to destroy the demonic blockage also break the machine? Putting a magic circle around it would probably not help, then, though prayers that could be targeted might help. Unfortunately, she doesn't have any demon-dispelling prayers on her.

She decides to try a stronger attack on the goo, and offers another prayer to Akadi, attempting to Inflict Wounds. Attack: 28 Damage: 31

This was not exactly "a goo" - more like a spirit, a "ghost". Should the gear be a person, you could say it was possessed, but in case of an inanimate object... soaked in it? Anyway, spell did not have any visible effect on the gear.

Maybe the machine is cursed, suggests Ordrag. Can you heal a machine?

Adray looks at the goo.  "Chior, can you do that thing where clerics make graveyards sacred?  Would that help?" Adray asks.

Choir has never consecrated a graveyard, and is not sure how it is done.  She merely shakes her head, and tries to Remove Curse. If that doesn't help, she s not sure what she can do.

While Choir is trying her cleansing if the behemoth, Polly figures it might be some kind of magical effect that prevents the machine to work properly. She dig in her bag and take out her spell book and open it and start reading. She has only cast this spell once and then it didn’t work, but seeing Choir cast so many spells on it she figures that she should try her best too. 

After finish reading the book she stores it back in the bag, take out her wand and cast dispel magic.  

The spell and the payer "fired" simultaneously, now visible to anyone black cloud formed above the stubborn gear, the machine "sneezed" - and suddenly came to the motion! Chukka made a clucking sound and practically flew on top of the monstrosity, pulled some lever and stopped Demon Grinder before it run off.

"Spectacular job!" announced Clonk and patted machine again, "Dead Brick!" Now it sounded like a name, not a description. "Weeell done, boys," in hag's voice pronounced Chukka from above, "Mama sees everything."

"Indeed, not bad for the mortals," approved the flaming skull whistling as he spoke (one of his tooth was missing), "you might still make it around here."

The show was over and the crew begun to dissolve: mad gnomes run away, laughing and fighting on the way, skull floated aside, moaning Golem limped away, two "ravens" now lurked about at a distance, whispering to each other and staring at the characters. But Mad Maggie was nowhere to be seen yet, preparation tot he ritual were still in process.

Ordrag gives a sincere clap to the magic-users for their effective use of their arcane skills. He then turned to ask if there was any other tasks to perform, preferably of a more physical nature, but saw most everyone departing. The flameskull was closest, and although the thing gave Ordrag the creeps, he nevertheless called out: Hey er.. Mr Skull... any more jobs need doing around here?

Fran would give an excited fist pump into the air when the Dead Brick would sneeze to life after all of Choir and Polly's efforts. She'd grin in pride for them, giving both of them a healthy clap on the shoulders. "Aye! That's more like it!" The artificer would beam, placing her hands on her hips.

Taking a look over her shoulder when Ordrag would call out after the skull. She'd turn and trot over to stand with her companion. "What he said!" Fran would lean in and squint to stare at the dispersed group members. What's up with that golem thing?

The stare of a flaming skull is something very few people wish to experience or capable to easily withstand. "Barnabas," whistled the skull, "my name is Barnabas the Wizard." The light in the eye-sockets blinked and suddenly shined brighter. "Jobs... I do not have jobs... but I do have a ... let's call if favor to ask... If you truly want to help." He paused whistling somewhat sadly. "My tooth was stolen!" Finally said Skull. "It is very embarrassing, and I can not ask someone else - I will be a laughing stock for the rest of my existence. The Redcaps! Nasty vermin! They like to hurl things at me, and two days ago hit me in the jaw with some loose gear. The tooth fell off and a redcap, Grubba, grabbed it and ran off.Can you... recover my tooth? Would really appreciate it!"

He pointed with his jaw at one of the absolutely identical Redcaps: "That one. Grubba. Pesky parasite!"

Choir looks at the redcap and says, "Everyone has their price." She walks toward the redcaps, calling, "Grubba. Grubba."

One of the Redcaps turned around angrily staring at Barnabas (actually, face expression of those little nuisances is always angry, there was hardly any difference). "What?" finally asked the "gnome". But the skull turned around and slowly floated away, radiating disgust as he went.

Ordrag whispers to Choir: Hey, me have an idea. But me might need a little help and guidance from Akadi... He then calls out to Grubba: Hey Grubba. Me hear that you is the strongest of all you red-cap fellas. Is that true? How about an arm-wrestle?

"What arm-wrestle?" Suspicion was added to the anger now. "Oh, you think you are stronger than me, you big green oaf?! He thinks he is strong!" He turned slightly to his brothers or comrades - who knows - and laughed redcap's usual cruel laughter. "Bring it on, hulk!" 

Ordrag sees the redcap has risen to the taunt, and he presses on: Let's make it interesting... how about a wager? If me lose, me give you something. If me win, me get something from you...

Choir prays for the guidance of Akadi for Ordrag!

Grubba certainly fall for that! "Show what you have," still suspiciously said he, thought.

Ordrag draws out his silvered longsword. Good for fighting devils this is. But its probably too big for a little weakling like you.