A secret tunnel was revealed and the only other way out blocked off. The party encountered driders and was overwhelmed and taken captive. They got a glimpse of the dark workings of the drow. Non-drow humanoids were lined up in preparation for becoming slaves, including our heroes. Drow who failed some test were given a potion to keep them alive as they were cut in half just below the waistline in a guillotine. They’re severed torsos were then melded with giant spiders to form new driders.
Our heroes had a sense that their only hope was a scepter being held by the leader. They made a dash for it. Arrows flew. Swords slashed. Some members were cut down. But in the chaos that ensued, time seemed to slow down and Cregga, barely alive, managed graced the scepter with a fingertip and everyone snapped awake back in the room from before they opened the tunnel.
How lame. It was all a dream, a vision? It felt so real though, and the party seemed to think something about it was, so they chose to avoid opening the chest that triggered the opening of the secret tunnel and left the way they came in.
Everyone level up before the next game.