No Negotiations

No Negotiations

Year

1325 AE

Storyline

Personal story

Chapter

Sins of the Father

Location

Halrunting Plains
(Diessa Plateau)

Level

20

Race

Charr

Choice

Loyal Soldier

Preceded by

Mired Deep

Followed by

In the Ruins

API

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No Negotiations is part of the personal story for charr characters who chose their sire to be a Loyal Soldier, completed Mired Deep, and chose to fight with the scrappers.

Objectives

Force the scrappers to return your sire's key.

• Meet your warband outside Charrgate Haven.
• Talk to the scrappers.
• Defeat the scrappers in Charrgate Haven.

Rewards

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All professions

• 2,808 
• Basic Salvage Kit
• Bag of Loot (4)

Profession-specific

• One of the following: Malign Chain Legs, Mighty Chain Legs, Resilient Chain Legs
• One of the following: Malign Seeker Pants, Mighty Seeker Pants, Resilient Seeker Pants
• One of the following: Malign Embroidered Pants, Mighty Embroidered Pants, Resilient Embroidered Pants

Walkthrough

There will be a series of fights after confronting Isola and Braugit, who stole the key out of the chest. Groups of Charr scrappers, ranging from 4-6 per group will attack you and your warband, so be prepared. After three waves, you'll be attacked by two Scrappers, plus Isola and Braugit. Isola is a Mesmer and Braugit seems to be a warrior, given their attack patterns.

NPCs

Allies

Charr

• Warband survivor
  • Clawspur
  • Dinky
  • Euryale
  • Maverick
  • Reeva
• Warband allies
  • Samona Ironclaw or Wroda the Quick (depends upon choice)
  • Yahuk Fellstrike
  • Fyon the Wraith or Soure Doomsday (depends upon choice)
  • Elexus Shredskin
  • Cimmara Pistolwhip or Zemzer Undercut (depends upon choice)
  • Luccia Wildeye

Norn

• Norn Tourist

Human

• Rum Merchant

Various

• Lionguard

Foes

Charr

• Braugit
• Isola
• Scrapper

Objects

• Charr Barrel
• Charr Crate

Bundles

• Elixir of Heroes
• Meat On A Stick
• Metal Bar
• Mortar Shell (inside barrels and crates)
• Wooden Plank

Dialogue

Meeting your warband (cinematic):

<Character name>: Listen up! I've got a job to do, and it could get rough. When the fighting starts, I want my entire warband with me.

<Character name>: My sire, Argus Foolkiller, fought and died serving the High Legions. As my inheritance, he wanted me to have a treasure his warband had claimed.

<Character name>: Scrappers stole half of the key I need to claim my prize. I plan to get it back.

<Character name>: I will give these carrion-pickers one chance to return what's mine. If they agree, we can all go our separate ways peacefully.

<Character name>: If they refuse or fight, we will show them the difference between scavengers and soldiers. Ready weapons and move out!

<Every warband member> salutes <Character name>.

Speaking to your allies:

Clawspur: I know the drill, boss: you take the lead, I take them out.

Plan A has never failed us before. Let's stick with it.

Dinky: So, we kick these scrappers' tails until they cough up the key, right? Wait. What I mean is—

Don't overthink it, Dinky. You were right the first time.

Euryale: I like having the whole 'band in one place. Now we'll really teach these idiots and thieves some respect.

It's like you're reading my mind. Let's go.

Maverick: I'll bet most of these bumpkins haven't ever seen a warband like ours...much less a mind-blowing sculpture of pure perfection like me.

Probably not. But they'll remember us for the rest of their lives. Let's go.

Reeva: We haven't gotten everyone together in a while. It's nice to do things as a group, isn't it? This is going to be fun!

Just don't forget about my key while you're having fun. Let's go.

Yahuk Fellstrike: I've never dealt with scrappers. We were always on the front, fighting the Flame Legion. I guess they used to crawl in after we moved on.

Then it's long past time they met you. Let's move out.

Samona Ironclaw: All set, boss. Armored up, weaponed up, fired up. Where do you want Samona?

Stay close. We're fighting as a unit today.

Wroda the Quick: You want me to go in first? Soften them up for the kill?

No. We're going in together, in force. Stay close.

Elexus Shredskin: Remind me to thank you again for taking me. Used to be my only choices were Flame Legion, gladium, or scrapper.

You're just about to get another chance to prove me smart for doing it. Let's go.

Fyon the Wraith: Back in my day, scrappers knew to stay out of sight. Things sure have changed. I'll just follow your lead on this one.

Stick close, then. We're about to show these losers how it used to be.

Soure Doomsday: How much wreckage do we want? Busting down the door and knocking down a few walls, or is this a raze-it-to-the-ground sort of thing?

Leave the haven intact. The scrappers...well, use your imagination.

Luccia Wildeye: I'm going to keep an eye on you. I may not be able to hear the command to attack, but when the fighting starts, I'll be there.

Sounds good. Stick close and be ready.

Cimmara Pistolwhip: Turn me loose, boss. I'll put these scrappers facedown in the dirt.

On my orders, Cimmara. And not before.

Zemzer Undercut: I heard scrappers are all crazy. Anything special I should do to prepare?

Stay close. Teamwork and discipline beats crazy every time.

Speaking with the Lionguardsmen:

Lionguard: Can I help you, soldier?

This outpost has far too many civilians and not enough soldiers. What's it for?

Havens exist to promote trade. We Lionguard defend them, but Lion's Arch owns them. That city has some strange ideas, believe you me, but the way they do things is great for commerce.

I have another question.

Good to know. Thanks for the information.

Nice armor. Where'd you get it?

Ha! From a Lionguard quartermaster, that's where. We're based in Lion's Arch, but we maintain and protect these havens all over Tyria. If you want, I can arrange for you to talk to a recruiter.

I have another question.

Thanks, but I like the outfit I've got. See you around.

I'm fine, thanks.

Speaking with the rum merchant:

Rum Merchant: Soldiers? I love soldiers! Some of my best customers are soldiers. Can I interest you in some fine Lion's Arch rum, Legionnaire?

Not right now. I'm on business.

Speaking with the norn tourists:

Norn Tourist (female): I heard it can get real crazy real fast in the charr hinterlands. I wanted to see a full-on-brawl, but so far, no luck.

Stick around. Your luck is about to change.

Norn Tourist (male): We've been out here for two days and my wife's getting bored. Where does a visitor have to go to see some action?

Plant your feet and duck your head. Action's on the way.

On approaching the scrappers at the top of the tower (cinematic):

Isola: Look here, Braugit. A citadel officer come to rub elbows with us scrappers. Should I bow? Ha!

<Character name>: Scrappers broke open a chest in Lamia Mire recently. That chest and its contents belong to me. Give me back my property, and nobody has to get hurt.

Braugit: We never saw no chest! Besides, it's just a stupid broken key. It's not like it had your name on it. That makes it fair game.

Isola: Shut up now, Braugit. Okay, soldier: you got us. But we found that chest fair and square, and we took what was inside. That's the scrapper's way.

Isola: If you want it, you'll have to fight for it—that's the scrapper's way, too.

Isola: Hey, everybody! This warband says the haven belongs to them. They're going to kick us out. Come on, let's get them before they get us!

During the fight:

Isola: C'mon! We can take these punks! It's us or them!

Scrapper: Oh, no. I'm not missing out on this!

Isola: They're coming for you next! You just gotta stand there?

Scrapper: Hey! Over here!

Isola: It's our necks on the line! We gotta take these guys down!

Scrapper: Enemy contact.

Isola: The others softened you up. Now we'll put you down! Get 'em, Braugit!

Speaking with the spectator's outside:

Norn Tourist (female): That's more like it! Keep it up. This will be a great story to tell my kids!

Keep your head down or they'll be telling it at your wake.

Norn Tourist (male): Woah! I saw a bar brawl in Hoelbrak once, but it wasn't like this! Norn brawls have less growling, but more singing.

I'll make a note. Maybe we can arrange some sort of brawler exchange.

Rum Merchant: By all six gods! What's going on?

Like I said: business. Charr business.

After defeating Braugit (cinematic):

Braugit: Ow! My head! I guess I didn't duck hard enough!

<Character name>: If you still want a head to duck with next time, you'll hand over my key. Now.

Isola: Fine! Fancy prancy citadel officer—here's your key. I hope you rot with it in the mire.

<Character name>: What did you say?

Isola: Uh... I said, I hope you got what was left by your sire.

<Character name>: That's what I thought you said.

Norn Tourist cheers for <Character name>.

Norn Tourist cheers for <Character name>.

Rum Merchant threatens <Character name>.

Lionguard agrees with <Character name>.

Lionguard agrees with <Character name>.

Speaking to Braugit:

Braugit: Wow, you're good. I'm sorry we took your key. But now that you've got it back, you'll stop hitting me, right? 'Cause that's what I want most.

Calm down, Braugit. You fought well for a scrapper. You should be proud.

Hey, thanks. I fought on the front lines for a while, but then I caught some shrapnel in the head and they pulled me off. Nowadays, I just sort of stick close to Isola.

Keep up the good work, Braugit.

You don't have to be afraid. All I wanted was the key.

Am I glad to hear that. Listen, sorry we stole your secret key-thingy from that chest. No hard feelings, right?

None. Keep up the good work, Braugit.

Take my advice—never steal from a fellow soldier. Especially not a legionnaire.

Right. Got it. Advice taken. I'll never mess with another soldier's stuff ever again. Did I say sorry yet? Because I am.

As long as you've learned your lession. Now get lost.

The key's all I wanted. I'll be on my way.

Speaking to Isola:

Isola: All right, all right! You beat us, okay? Just our luck. We find a treasure, but it's worthless...and there's some legionnaire ready to kill for it. Sometimes I hate this job.

Don't steal from real soldiers and you won't have this problem.

Your job is what you make of it. Your duty is to the High Legions.

Not my problem. Stay out of trouble, scrapper.

Speaking to your allies again:

Clawspur: Glad to have the key, but wish they had fought a bit harder. Didn't even get to kill anyone.

There's always next time. Come on, let's check in with Brimstone.

Dinky: That was kind of fun. And that Braugit guy had some interesting things to say.

I'd pay money to watch that debate. Come on, let's check in with Brimstone.

Euryale: Ahh. A well-trained warband kicking the snot out of some lowlife scrappers. That just felt...right.

And we got my key. Let's go tell Tribune Brimstone the good news.

Maverick: Now that's a workout. Hey, you think those tourists want my autograph? I'd hate to send them home without a proper souvenir.

No time. I want to get this key back to Brimstone and check in.

Reeva: Ha! I've had dance partners hit me harder than these chumps. No wonder they're not soldiers anymore.

And we've got my key. Let's take it back to Rytlock and check in.

Yahuk Fellstrike: That Isola...a little crazy, a little selfish, but how about that magic? I mean, she's the enemy and all, but still...

Plan your dates later, loverboy. Right now, we need to get this key back to Brimstone.

Samona Ironclaw: Havens are underdefended. One well-trained warband could overrun this place. I'd toss a few turrets around, maybe install a mini-trebuchet...

Later, Samona. Right now, I want to get this key back to Brimstone.

Wroda the Quick: This is how it ought to be. A whole warband, fighting together. Every win make me think how happy I am you brought me in. Thanks again, boss.

You've earned your spot on this warband, Wroda. Now come on. Brimstone's waiting.

Elexus Shredskin: Yeah! I'm actually glad we left 'em alive. Now they can spread the word about who roughed them up.

And we've got my key. Let's report in to Tribune Brimstone.

Fyon the Wraith: I hate to keep saying this, but...back in my day, even scrappers would die before they surrendered.

All that really matters is we got what we want. Let's report in to Brimstone.

Soure Doomsday: I love this warband. I used to take so much abuse for being a magic user, but here you really appreciate my skills.

I like to win, and I like weapons and soldiers that do. Come on. Brimstone's waiting.

Luccia Wildeye: All I heard was "Wah, wah, please don't kill us, boss!" but I saw the looks on their faces. I'd say they're real sorry they messed with your treasure.

Dead-on accurate as usual, Luccia. Come on, let's check in with Brimstone.

Cimmara Pistolwhip: Beating scrappers into the dirt is a great way to pass time. I'd be bored if that was my job, but it's a fun hobby.

And I got my key back. All in all, a good day.

Zemzer Undercut: They weren't so tough. And they weren't all that crazy...well except for that big one. He's nuts.

He's not our problem anymore. Now we get this key back to Brimstone.

Speaking with the spectators outside:

Norn Tourist (female): What a fight! What a show! Thanks for making this the best vacation ever!

Clearly you haven't been to Meatoberfest. If you like carnage, you should check it out.

Norn Tourist (male): That was amazing. Do things like that happen all the time around here?

Depends on how bored everyone is. And how much rum they've had. See you around.

Rum Merchant: What's wrong with you soldiers? This is the frontier! Nobody risks the rum supply.

I've got more important things to worry about than your rum, mouse.

Lionguard: Can I help you, soldier?

This outpost has far too many civilians and not enough soldiers. What's it for?

Havens exist to promote trade. We Lionguard defend them, but Lion's Arch owns them. That city has some strange ideas, believe you me, but the way they do things is great for commerce.

I have another question.

Good to know. Thanks for the information.

I want to be sure the Lionguard won't come after my warband for that fight.

No worries, Legionnaire. You didn't kill anybody or burn the place down, and you cleaned out those scrapper louts. The Lionguard appreciates your input.

I have another question.

Heh. That's an open-minded view of things. Thanks.

Nice armor. Where'd you get it?

Ha! From a Lionguard quartermaster, that's where. We're based in Lion's Arch, but we maintain and protect these havens all over Tyria. If you want, I can arrange for you to talk to a recruiter.

I have another question.

Thanks, but I like the outfit I've got. See you around.

I'm fine, thanks.

Notes

• On completion of this story segment, Inheritance Key is displayed in personal story.

My story

“ The scrappers did steal my sire's key, but they didn't want to give it back, so my warband and I kicked them around until they were in a more cooperative mood. Now, I have to check in with Tribune Brimstone, then travel to Grendich Ruins to recover my treasure. — My story

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Charr storyline