Ralote Foebreaker

Ralote Foebreaker

Race

Charr

Location

The Bane
(Black Citadel)

Image(s)

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Ralote Foebreaker is a charr located in The Bane who is angry about the peace treaty with the humans.

Location

Ascalon

• Black Citadel
  • The Bane

Dialogue

You've got about fifteen seconds to get lost! Fourteen, thirteen, ten, six...

(if charr)

What stepped on your tail?

You're right. I should save my anger for the walking meat who slaughtered our ancestors.

You don't think we need humans' help to defeat the Elder Dragons?

You really think we stand a chance against the dragons with this worthless group of allies? We fight against our enemies, not alongside them. We'd be better off facing the dragons alone.

For all our sakes, I hope you're proven wrong.

Or direct your anger towards our bigger problems.

(if human)

What's your problem?

My problem is you, meat. We may be under a cease-fire, but nowhere in that order does it say I can't take your head off in an honest competition.

In an honest competition, the head on the ground might not be mine.

(to other races)

What have I done to offend you?

You're right. I should save my anger for the walking meat who drove the charr from our homeland.

The humans? But after the cease-fire, isn't that all ancient history?

History is what happened yesterday. What the humans did will burn in the heart of true charr forever. You ask me, signing that cease-fire was a humiliation that must be broken.

Hopefully, it won't come to that.

Hopefully, it won't have to.

That's better. Good-bye.

Maybe if you'd been in charge, things would have turned out differently.

Yes. Things would have turned out better.

Good luck to you. So long.

Only a fool refuses to let old skeletons remain buried.

If the skeletons are truly buried and do not rise again, then perhaps I could let them be.

Only time will tell. So long.

I didn't ask you, but your opinion has been noted.

You're still angry about something that happened over two centuries ago?

Two centuries ago the humans stole our homeland. When we tried to regain what was rightfully ours, their mad king used magic to slaughter us—and themselves. Leaving behind their accursed ghosts.

Shouldn't you be more worried about the Elder Dragons?

Why? I expect the dragons will fill their bellies with the smaller races long before they get to the charr.

It's good to be an optimist. Good-bye.

Reason enough, I suppose. So long.

It would be a shame to revive that old battle. Good-bye.

Maybe this isn't a good time. Good-bye.

Notes

Lore discrepancy:

Ralote says that humans "stole our homeland" two centuries ago, however, humans conquered Ascalon in 100 BE, 1,400 years ago, and lost Ascalon to the charr around 1090 AE (date of the Foefire), just over two centuries ago.