Two trickster clerics break into the high tower of the local magic school, one because she’s actually a spy, the other to decorate the roofline with phallic symbols.
A 1 was rolled. They were transported to the swampland boonies of an entirely different country, seven hours before having to attend a court function. They ran into a gladiator and a ratman. They fought some crocs and slept in a hunting camp, where other outcasts scratched out survival. Then came the panicked calls home. And a dinghy pulled by parrot fish. Right.
They chose not to trade a year of their life each for an instant trip back home via swamp ha–*cough* I mean entirely genuine Melora priestess.
Meanwhile, back home, the rest of the party ruined relations with the Crown, and quickly scrambled in attempt to repair them. Tempers rose.
An impossible favor and loss of face was procured by the Royal Spymaster to bring the clerics home. A court dinner happened.
Then everyone bought horses to travel to a worg- and dire badger-rescue ranch owned by the cleric’s uncle for vacation.
The Tome of Adventures 