Online:Ralasa Delvi
Ralasa Delvi | |||
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Location | Sadrith Mora | ||
Race | Dark Elf | Gender | Female |
Health | 15,000 | ||
Reaction | Friendly | ||
Other Information | |||
Faction(s) | House Telvanni |
Ralasa Delvi is a Dark Elf Mouth of House Telvanni, serving Magister Gothren.
Related Quests[edit]
- A Hireling of House Telvanni: Help Sun-in-Shadow earn her freedom.
- Objections and Obstacles: Help Sun-in-Shadow become an Oathman.
Dialogue[edit]
A Hireling of House Telvanni[edit]
In the Council Chambers, the following scene will play out:
- Ralasa Delvi : "Well, well … what brings a slave to our audience chamber?"
- Eraven Onthim : "I bring tidings from my august patron, Magister Therana. She would have your masters know that this slave, Sun-in-Shadow, has earned her favor."
- Ralasa Delvi : "What? Magister Therana would lend her good name to this … thing? Preposterous!"
- Angharal Suth : "Ralasa, don't be as tiresome as your master."
- Vaelin Oren : "Can we move this along, please?"
- Eraven Onthim : "Very well. Magister Therana, by right of rank, demands that the slave girl, Sun-in-Shadow, be freed from her bonds and raised up to a Hireling of the Great House Telvanni. She belongs to Magister Otheri, does she not?"
- Angharal Suth : "Indeed. My most beneficent patron, Magister Otheri, acquiesces to Magister Therana's demands. He is confident that Therana will remember this kindness in the future. Sun-in-Shadow, you are hereby freed and lifted up to the rank of hireling."
- Ralasa Delvi : "My most majestic patron, Magister Gothren, warns you all. Lift up one of these beasts and a thousand more will follow. This is folly!"
- Llayne Sadri : "If there's nothing else? I have urgent business in Tel Mora."
Objections and Obstacles[edit]
Enter the Council Chamber on Sun-in-Shadow's behalf, and you'll hear:
- Ralasa Delvi : "My patron, Magister Gothren, opposes any further honors for the slave girl. Oh look, the lizard sent a representative. Such pretensions."
- Angharal Suth : "Approach, emissary. You may inform your benefactress, Sun-in-Shadow, that the Council has elected to reject her petition."
- Ralasa Delvi : "Be sure to add that all further petitions will meet the same fate. Cats and lizards have no place in our Great House."
- Eraven Onthim : "Honestly, Ralasa …."
- Angharal Suth : "Don't worry, Ralasa. The emissary will give Sun-in-Shadow a full account of this meeting. I have no doubt."
If you speak to her, she'll reply:
- "Come to have words with me, have you? Well, lets [sic] get it over with. I have things to do."
If your character is a Khajiit or an Argonian, she'll instead say:
- "I thought I made it clear that I have no interest in speaking to beasts. Now, tuck your tail and leave me be."
If you already spoken to Angharal Suth, you can ask her:
- Why are you so fixated on preventing Sun-in-Shadow from advancing in House Telvanni?
- "I merely speak for Muthsera Gothren. His distaste for Sun-in-Shadow should come as no surprise. Beasts have no place in the House.
You may want to rethink the company you keep, outlander. Just a bit of advice." - If you are so free with advice, what would you advise Sun-in-Shadow?
- "I suggest she leave Vvardenfell. Travel to Daggerfall or Wayrest and join the Mages Guild. I hear they take anyone. She would fit right in.
The fact is she has no place here. She may have earned her freedom, but she will never be a true Telvanni."
- "I suggest she leave Vvardenfell. Travel to Daggerfall or Wayrest and join the Mages Guild. I hear they take anyone. She would fit right in.
- It seems like you really hate Argonians and Khajiit.
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Try to speak to her again and she'll say:
- "Magister Gothren is a very demanding mer and I have little time to cater to inane petitions or gossip with the riff-raff. Speak your business or begone."
After a number of events, Sun-in-Shadow will decide that Ralasa needs to be eliminated once and for all.
Fight Ralasa[edit]
Travel to Ralasa's chambers in the Council Tower, and you'll find a Khajiit slave named Tuharrii outside: "If you are looking for that evil tempered Telvanni witch, she went into that room."
Ralasa Delvi | |||
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Location | Sadrith Mora | ||
Race | Dark Elf | Gender | Female |
Health | 127,420 | Difficulty | |
Reaction | Hostile | Class | Chillfiend |
Other Information | |||
Faction(s) | House Telvanni |
The slave's direction prove true, with Ralasa waiting in the next room, ready for battle: "So, the lizard thinks she can kill me? Come on then! I'll have her skin for gloves, after I deal with you of course!"
After defeating Ralasa, travel outside, where Sun-in-Shadow will be waiting for you
Deliver Gifts[edit]
However, if you refused to be Sun's henchman, she'll instead tell you to take Ralasa some cakes that she has made. Enter Council Hall where Ralasa is and she'll greet you:
- Ralasa Delvi: "Oh look, it's the lizard's errand runner. Did she send you to kill me, I wonder?"
- "Your friend considers herself my equal, but in the end it seems she's still just a witless slave. You've been ever so helpful in proving it. My thanks.
Now, what brings you to my chambers, outlander?" - Sun-in-Shadow hopes we can put this business behind us.
- "Oh, delightful! Let me guess, she sent you with a bribe? Or a gift? Or an offer of service? How delicious.
Well? What does she want?" - Yes, she sends a gift. And news. Arith Sendrul tried to pull her into a plot to replace you.
- "Ugh. Arith. That's hardly news. In any case, I'll take those marshmerrow cakes. Funny … she knew just what to get me. Seems her slave's instincts haven't faded with time.
Tell her I will consider her proposal. I can always use another servant." - I'll deliver the message.
- Ralasa Delvi: "Where to send her first. Hmm."
Ralasa partakes of Sun's treats:
- Ralasa Delvi: "Mmm, delicious. Powdered pearl-dust and sugar."
Suddenly Ralasa begins to gag:
- Ralasa Delvi: "Wha-? That bitch! Poison!"
- Ralasa Delvi: "It burns! It burns!"
Ralasa falls on the floor, unmoving.
Miscellaneous[edit]
Ralasa will occasionally speak out-loud, apparently to herself:
- Ralasa Delvi : "Damn. Where are those cakes?"