This is a campaign starring Morty the fighter, Joff the Cleric, Freck the Rogue, Joslyn the ranger, and Bob the wizard. They are about to embark on an epic journey DMed by the Myth Weavers website.
Pick something to happen to our intrepid group, but only things in one of the various campaign settings. The things can be as insane as you please and if the person before you puts the group in a tight spot think of an inventive way to get them out.

So as all good campaigns begin...

The group of heroes entered a bar on the eastern side of Waterdeep...

...and realize that the door to the bar was really an inter-dimensional portal. They notice immediately and decide that they should investigate why this portal is here. It turns out that the arcane markings on it denote it as originating from...

... the next room. Bob the wizard isn't fooled by the fancy portal. He tells Freck the rogue to lock the door because something just isn't right. Morty the fighter announces that he's not afraid out any portal's while Joff the Cleric casts Bless on the party. As Bob the wizard examines the portal a little bit closer, a hand reaches out from the portal and ...

Slams the door closed. The party hears a mysterious voice saying: "You may not enter until you prove yourselves"...

...
Smiling at the challenge, Freck the rogue try to pick the lock, but Morty the fighter pushes him away and try to force the door open.
"How do we proove ourselves?" wisely asks Bob the wizard to the door, not realizing a crowd of puzzled Ewoks is slowly gathering around our heroes...

...Suddenly the Ewoks change into the Pizza Planet Aliens from Toy Story. They point at Joff the Cleric's mace, chanting 'The Claaaaw.' They don't stop until...

... Freck turns around and makes a claw motion with his hand, scowling. One of the aliens faints at the sight, but the rest...

...stop in awe as Freck apparently prooved himself, and the portal door opens in a blissful...

...meadow on a seemingly primitive world. Our heroes realize that they stand atop a platform crowned by a large, vertical ring made of some sort of metallic stone with symbols carved upon it. The natives of a nearby village, visible in the distance, immediately drop their simple farm tools, rush from the fields toward the platform, and bow down to our heroes, as if worshiping manifested gods.

Morty the fighter flexes as he drinks in the adoration of the natives, but then out of nowhere...