Set out with the cloak-obsessed Goblin, the articulate Lizardfolk, the pacifist Tortle, the smiling Goliath and a mail clad human.

We set out on the road from WMC, came upon a fiendish doorway, the Lizardfolk had a red knob for it, used it to open it, displayed a portal of pitches black. I tied up a rope around the Goliath before he went into the portal despite my warnings it was unholy. He crossed it, the rope came undone – the rest of the party jumped thru. I experimented with a torch, disintegrated the end I passed it thru the portal. Promptly returned to WMC.
Guess they’re all dead.