Noble Lineage/Script

Opening

(At the Mila Shrine Ruins)

Xalbador: There's nothin' like war for the self-made ma! No, sir! The strong rise to the top while the high-borns try to keep the blue blood inside 'em.
Elder: Hold, defiler! This is sacred ground! Your wickedness will be punished!
Xalbador: By who? The same gods that abandoned me when I was starving as a boy? When you see the gods, tell 'em I said they can rot in hell!

(Xalbador stabs the elder)

Elder: Hnngh! Gah…

(The elder dies)

Brady: Dastard! I'll gut ya for that!
Villager: Brady, no! There's nothing you can do! Who would tend to the injured if we lost you?
Brady: But…
Villager: We'll fight as best we're able! You help from the rear lines.
Brady: Ugh! Good people are dying, and I can't help! If only I could fight…

(In a forest)

Maribelle: Chrom! We have to hurry!
Chrom: What's wrong, Maribelle?
Maribelle: There're people fighting just over that ridge! LOTS of people!
Chrom: They look like they need help. Let's go, Shepherds!

In battle

Villager: H-help us! Please! The temple's beset by marauding bandits!
Maribelle: Don't you worry! We're happy to help! If there's one thing this world needs less of, it's wretched bandits…
Brady: Wait. I know that voice. Is that...Ma?

Talk conversation

Chrom talks to Brady if Chrom is not Brady's father

Brady: An enemy?! Damn! Guess that's it for me... Sorry, Ma. Looks like I won't be home for supper after all. Do your worst, tyrant! I can't fight back anyway!
Chrom: You seem to be doing just fine to me.
Brady: I'm unarmed, genius! Sheesh, anyone with eyes can see that!
Chrom: And anyone with eyes knows there's more to combat that swinging a blade around. You fight in your own way. Am I wrong?
Brady: Pah! Don't patronize me! I'd love to fight more'n anything, but I can't seem to make it work.
Chrom: I'm sure something will come to you.
Brady: ...Just who are you, anyway?
Chrom: My name is Chrom.
Brady: What? Y-you're Chrom?!
Chrom: You know me?
Brady: Ma wouldn't shut up about you!
Chrom: Er, do I know your mother?
Brady: Her name's Maribelle.
Chrom: What?! So you're another traveler from the fut—
Brady: So you've already heard? Perfect. Now take me with ya already!
Chrom: Er, well, I suppose we can find a place for you somewhere...

Chrom talks to Brady if Chrom is Brady's father

Brady: Ha! I hear you there, chump! You can come kill me now. You're just lucky I don't have my old man's skill with a blade.
Chrom: Your father is a swordsman?
Brady: None of your damn business, dog!
Chrom: Do you always speak this way to Ylissean royalty?
Brady: I am Ylissean royalty!
Chrom: ...What?
Brady: ...Huh?
Chrom: Humor me here for a moment. What's your mother's name?
Brady: Maribelle.
Chrom: Maribelle is my wife. ...Which would make you my son. Seems Lucina failed to mention this little detail.
Brady: Huh. Yeah, I guess we look alike. I mean, if ya squint real hard... Sorry I called you a dog, Pop. ...Oh, and I'm Brady. Sooo... Must be disappointin' that your son can't fight, huh?
Chrom: You seem to be doing fine to me. There's more to combat than swinging a blade around, you know. And besides, you've chosen to heal instead of harm. I couldn't be prouder than that.
Brady: ...Really? Aw, thanks. That means a lot, Pop.

Maribelle talks to Brady

Brady: Haw haw haw! Oh, that's her. That's gotta be her.
Maribelle: Pardon me, you mannerless cur! I'll not stand to be laughed at by a base scoundrel of your ilk!
Brady: ...Yep. That clinches it. You must be Maribelle.
Maribelle: And just how do you know that?! Do you leer at me from behind the shades of whatever den of iniquity you frequent?! Hmph! I bid you good day!
Brady: I guess you've always been like this. Still...it's good to see you again. And now that I've found ya, I'm afraid you're stuck with me.

Battle quotes

Brady dies before recruitment

Brady: Heh... A...burden till the very end...

Xalbador enters combat

Xalbador: You people can keep your gods. I'll put my faith in gold and steel!

Xalbador dies

Xalbador: I'll see you...in hell...

Ending

If all five villagers survived

Elder: Thank you! Oh, thank you... You've kept this sacred place safe and spared the lives of those within.
Chrom: We just did what was right.
Elder: Would that everyone were so brave! Please, allow me to give you this.

If 1-4 villagers survived

Elder: Thank you, sir. The lives we lost cannot be replaced, but your efforts have spared this sacred place.
Chrom: We truly grieve for those who died.
Elder: You did all that could be done, and I am thankful for it. I'm afraid we have little to offer, but pray accept this.

If no villagers survived

Elder: You have my thanks for dealing with those bandits. You've done us a kindness, which makes it difficult for me to say this... But this is holy ground. If you've no more business here, I ask that you move on.
Chrom: ...We understand.

(Mend, Blessed Lance, Bullion (M), Seraph Robe, and Fortify depening on how many villagers survived)

If Brady survived

Brady: Hey, Ma.
Maribelle: What did you call me?
Brady: The name's Brady. I'm—
Maribelle: I'm sorry, but I only cure physical ailments. Broken bones and the like. You're clearly a deeply troubled individual whose diseased mind is beyond my healing.
Brady: Stop talking for a minute and look at this!
Maribelle: That's...my ring! Then, that makes you…
Brady: Right. Like I was trying to say, I'm—
Maribelle: A thief! A rapscallion! A common lowborn cutpurse! How dare you sneak in here and steal my prized possessions!
Brady: Gawds! Stop interruptin' for one blessed second, and check yer ring!
Maribelle: ...Oh. It's still here.
Brady: That clear things up any, Ma?
Maribelle: Everything save how I gave birth to a common thug!
Brady: Aw, come on, Ma! That's harsh! Sure, I'm not the prettiest guy around, but I'm no thug, and I AM your son! ...And it's good to see you.
Maribelle: ...How did I ever permit my child to grow up referring to me as "Ma"?
Brady: You gave up tryin' after a decade or so.
Maribelle: Well, can you at least ride? Have you read the classics? Do you play violin? Chess?!
Brady: Yeah, all of the above. You beat all'a that junk into me.
Maribelle: Glory be! My son is salvageable after all!
Brady: Uh...thanks?
Maribelle: Don't look so forlorn, dear. You've come a long way, but Mother's here now. I'll take care of things from now on.
Brady: *Sniff* I missed you so much, Ma…
Maribelle: Do not even THINK of crying! It does not befit one of your station! *Sniff* Plus, you'll set me off as well…
Brady: S-sorry, I just... I... Oh, Ma!
Maribelle: Oh, Brady!
Chrom: Oh, brother.