We made the Dwarven elders kiss our ass for a while, yeah yeah, we are awesome, now pay us. We were filthy rich. What with the reward, and what we got from selling that Dwarven Ale Stein of Wonder or whatever it was called, and such, we had plenty of cash. So of course when the elders announced that the annual Cross City Race was tomorrow, and the prize was just a bit of cash, and the downside was horrid death, of course we all jumped at the chance! We all raced across the city to be the first to deliver a scroll to some dude on top of a statue at the other side. We all took different routes. Cohrlan barrelled through the city yelling at everyone and knocking them over. It was especially fun when Dardanos, taking a page from the dragonborn’s book, ploughed through a bunch of little Halfling houses.
Cohrlan was not so successful when he entered the market and tried to intimidate an old fishwife into dropping her laundry and getting out of his way.
Here is a page from Cohrlan’s journal about her: Little old lady
Meanwhile, Dardanos and I were chillin like villains. We had scared the shit out of some street punks, then jumped onto a boat across a lava river. Markus was leaping with great derring-do from mast to mast in the harbor. The wizard was pretty much stumbling around in a fog of magical smoke, drinking every potion she could get her hands on, tripping out, and somehow melting walls with her eyes. She was a bit vague on the details afterward.
At the end we were all climbing a startlingly large pair of statues. I regretted my long life of alcohol and smoking, and fell from the lead to near last. Then I literally fell—as in, succumbing to gravity—but Cohrlan graciously used a chain whipped around my neck to save me. Thanks, dragonface. I think. Ow.
Dardanos was about to hand in the scroll when Markus violated our little mutual agreement not to fuck with each other, and yelled to the old man about the receive the scroll that it was a bomb. Hilarity ensued. The wizard made a fire illusion, Dardanos and Markus tried to throw each other off the edge, and there was general mayhem as the old asshole had no idea who to trust. In the end, Cohrlan strolled past them all and handed in the scroll. Dardanos was just glad that Markus did not get it. I was just glad that I didn’t turn into pudding after a very long fall.