Game: D&D 5e
Group type: Online 
Experience: I have 9 years of experience as a DM. All experience levels are welcome!
Location: I am PST. If you can make a PST Afternoon/evening session I don't care where you are based.
Schedule: Sessions will either run Monday or Wednesday late afternoon PST!
Roles sought: This will depend on the interest level, but I'm looking for up to 4 more players!
Game style: This will be a 2 session mini-adventure! I like to run my games a bit like a Tarantino movie...lots of action, a healthy dose of humor, occasional cartoony violence, and with a good story. See the blurb below for more details on the game!  I will be running a longer-term campaign soon and am partially using this game to find new players who might be interested in that as well! Games will be played using Discord, Dnd Beyond, and Foundry

All of the party’s efforts had led up to this. Your assignment, given to you 3 days prior in the nearby capital city of Iamb, was to find and capture the evil Shabaz Direwood before he could cause any further mayhem on the continent of Torwald with his twisted transmutation magic. You scouted the city for clues. You searched throughout the eerie and dangerous Soul Canopy for his base. You defeated his many animated objects and avoided various Telekinesis traps.

Now, one kicked-in door in the back of his lair later, you were here.

“It’s over for you Direwood! Give yourself up!” Shouts player 1.

“I’m here to kick ass and drink milk, and I don’t see no milk.” Says player 3.

At this moment, the wizard's shocked expression twists into a demented sneer. He cackles from his belly and swings his arms around wildly. With your 17 Perception check you notice he has grabbed a handful of powder from the table, but you’re too slow to react.

“That’s what you think. It’s time someone cut you down to size!”

Direwood disperses the pouch of powder over the group. You cough and hack, trying to fight your way past the swirling dust. When your vision clears, you’re in a new space. Or so it seems. There are massive silver columns climbing up high around you. A huge yellow log is rolling in your direction and you instinctively jump it, turning around to see that the rest of your party has done the same. That’s when you notice it.

The log is a pencil!

Panic sets in as Direwood scoops you up with ease, chucking you out of the nearby window onto the dirt outside the cabin.

“Walter, your lunch is outside boy.” His many headed badger squeals with glee. 

What will you do? How will you get past the badger? Is there a cure somewhere in his lair?