Our sort-of heroes blacked out in the bar of The Bag and Flagon Inn while a priest of Gond was buying everyone food and many rounds of drinks. Including a housecat that wandered in. The priest was celebrating becoming very rich somehow, or something like that. Their memories are pretty fuzzy.
They awoke to the sound of whispered voices speaking in undercommon. The owners of the voices seemed to be upset that the party was awakening sooner than they expected, which interupted whatever they were doing. The mysterious duo ran away before the party fully regained conciousness.
The group opened their eyes and found themselves and the cat from the bar lying on padded cloth mats in a small dungeon room, wearing identical long white gowns and cheap sandals, and equiped with waterproof bags full of an odd assortment of items. The cat was not equiped with gown, sandals or bag, although that would have looked hilarious. Their equipment, minus most of their weapons, was lying in the corner. There was an expensive red velvet cushion with an assortment of unusual daggers on it, and a strange magical bag also in the room. Despite everyone being complete strangers, the cat is the only person anyone felt like introducing themselves to.
After making their way through some round hidden doors and across an appearing bridge over a literally bottomless pit, they confronted a small band of orcs who were peacefully eating an expensive wheel of cheese when some sort of metal golem appeared in a flash of purple lightning and blue fire. The party decided to attack the orcs, even though they were only trying to run past them to safety. They chucked the orcs into the bottomless pit and had a few Portal flashbacks. Still not having even told each other their names, everyone introduced themselves to the metal golem. And nobody wondered about the little doll and the huge rubber gloves that came out of the bag.
Then they had their first encounter with a magic-dead area, where they obtained a really nifty gauntlet. Wandering onward, they discovered a huge room full of dead dwarves, gnomes, and halflings who were all happy to lend the party a hand. After gathering somewhat better weaponry left by those hands, our clueless crew camped amongst the fallen warriors.
Who kidnapped the group and how? Just what in the 9 hells is going on? What did those whispered voices mean when they said this was “just a test run anyway”? Does the party even care about any of this, or will they just forget about it and go start a fight in the nearest bar when they finally escape whatever this is?
The cat, who wears a mythril collar and is either named Quixialante or Morris or both, seems to be more than it appears. Is it just a cat? Is it a polymorphed ancient red dragon? Is it just that the DM was bored and couldn’t come up with an interesting NPC?
Stay tuned! The answers to none of these questions are probably going to be found soon!