Chrom: Where are we now? These ruins look like they've been "ruined" for ages…
Mus: VISITORS FROM ANOTHER WORLD…
Bovis: DO YOU SEEK OUR TREASURES?
Tigris: IS THAT WHY YOU HAVE COME?
Chrom: Who are you?
Lepus: WE ARE THE DEADLORDS.
Draco: WE ARE THE BODIES OF FALLEN WARRIORS GIVEN PURPOSE.
Anguilla: WE ARE MADE TO GUARD THE TREASURES WITHIN THESE RUINS.
Chrom: Fallen warriors, eh? You seem healthy enough to me. Powerful, even.
Equus: IN OUR FINAL HOUR, THE HOUR THAT CHANGED OUR WORLD…
Ovis: WE FOUGHT, AND PAID THE ULTIMATE PRICE.
Simia: NOW THESE FORMS ARE THE ONLY TESTAMENT TO OUR SACRIFICE.
Chrom: A sad tale, indeed... Do you have names?
Mus: I AM MUS.
Bovis: I AM BOVIS.
Tigris: I AM TIGRIS.
Lepus: I AM LEPUS.
Draco: I AM DRACO.
Anguilla: I AM—
Chrom: Okay, okay! I got the idea! You all have names. That's...just grand.
Gallus: WE, THE THIRTY-SIX, STAND GUARD TO GREAT TREASURES.
Canis: THREE PATHS LEAD TO YOUR REWARD: LEFT, RIGHT, AND CENTER.
Porcus: IF POWER, WISDOM, AND LUCK ARE YOUR ALLIES...SUMMON THEM NOW!
Player battle-entry lines
These lines are spoken the first time a particular character enters the battle.
Robin: The Deadlords possess skills as we do. They are dangerous foes. I'll need to exercise caution when directing the others. Not even the finest treasures is worth getting a comrade killed...
Chrom: You said you gave your lives in a battle on which the future hung in the balance. Then you should understand why I have to defeat you here... I'm sorry, friend, but I can ill afford to share your fate!
Lissa: You may look tough, but... Yeah, okay. You probably ARE tough. But I've faced deader things than you and survived! Now cough up the treasure, chump! My brother needs it!
Frederick: I sense it will take more than our usual tactics to defeat these Deadlords. I ought to learn what I can and report back to Robin. But first- a sample of what our adversaries can do!
Virion: I haven't seen a glare that icy since I called Cherche's cooking plebeian. The situation begs a graceful retreat, but the moment I turn my back... *Sigh* How unfair is it to battle to the death with one already dead...
Sully: I bet these Deadlords were good friends in their former life. Hell, why else would they take turns introducing themselves? Looks like it's one tightly knit team versus another. Works for me.
Vaike: Hey! Deadlord! You don't look so dead to me! Maybe you need Teach to give ya a few pointers? Don't worry, you'll be dead like a pro in no time. Har har!
Stahl: They look tough. I guess folks don't call them lords for nothing... Just thinking about this battle is giving me stomach pains! ...Or wait. Maybe I'm just hungry.
Miriel: A corpse turned lord, is it? Fascinating. Who fashioned you from what, and why? Does your mind still function as it did in life? Are your memories intact? Perhaps the greatest treasure is the knowledge I may yet wrest from you...
Kellam: How can someone dead be so imposing? I'm the one people treat like a ghost, after all. Hmm. If I defeat you, do you think folks might finally notice me?
Sumia: Were you really brought back from a c-corpse? It must be awful having to fight the same battle for all eternity. I wish I could save you from this Outrealm prison...but I'm no savior...
Lon'qu: I'd rather not take my blade to one who has already paid the price in blood. But since you seek the same price from me, I must set that ideal aside.
Ricken: Yikes! These things are out for blood. Are there really thirty-six of them? Gods, what if they're trying to make me one of them?! What if... Okay, pull it together Ricken. Time to man up and claim that treasure!
Maribelle: Oh, you have a fancy name and a nice round number at your disposal... But all I see are a pack of hounds made to guard their master's treasure! ...Hmm? Why are your eyes glowing like that, darling? Was it something I said?
Panne: We all long to be with the loved ones we have lost. This is natural. But there is nothing natural about realising such a wish! Begone, dead-spawn. I will put you in the ground where you belong.
Gaius: This can't be any ordinary treasure if they've posted thirty-six guards. Mmm... Maybe it's a muffin with a gold leaf on the top. Or wait! A cake studded with rainbow jewels! ...EDIBLE rainbow jewels! Oh, gods, let me at it!
Cordelia: Are these warriors really the dead given life again? Then could my friends, my family, the pegasus knights... No, such thoughts are folly. The dead deserve to rest in peace.
Gregor: Is that big, legendary weapon, or are you just happy to see Gregor? ...Is joke, yes? Very funny! Gregor learn in cabaret. But sadly, Gregor in middle of very serious quest. No more time for japes.
Nowi: You know, you don't look very dead. The other corpses must be jealous! But don't you ever get tired of pretending to be alive? Hey, I know! Why don't we play together? I'll tucker you right out!
Libra: Reanimating the dead is an abomination in the eyes of the gods. You deserved eternal repose, but I cannot return that to you. However, I pray that I will give you what brief sleep I can.
Tharja: You must be so bored with standing around guarding a pile of treasure. Dead or alive, I couldn't stand the lack of company. No one to torment! If it's any consolation, I can help you kill time. ...Before I kill you, of course.
Olivia: In some ways, killing the dead almost feels worse than killing the living. But if it's me or them...I'm so sorry. I know you've already suffered...I'll try to make it quick.
Cherche: Look at you! Aren't you a darling? Shall we be friends, you and I? ...Hmm, I suppose you've nothing but cold looks for would-be plunderers. Such a waste. You're the first Risen I've met with any real personality.
Henry: Dang! That's quite a nasty curse someone put on you. So if I strike you down, you'll come back as strong as before? Sounds like an eternity of agony... Where do I sign up?
Lucina: One of you Deadlords has the Brand. I saw it. Was he of the exalted bloodline, then? I should very much like to face him. If he's at all like my father, then he must be a warrior worth my time.
Say'ri: 'Tis a cruel thing to wake the dead from their rest and bid them fight again. Had your creators no regard for your honor? For your families? I bear you no ill will. I shall grant you your freedom...
Basilio: Why didn't anyone tell me about this place sooner? I could dominate the arena with soldiers of your caliber! Too bad you're dead. Now the only help I'll get from you is experience.
Flavia: You don't carry yourself like lowly foot soldiers. I'll grant you that. In your living days, you must have been warriors of great renown. ...Good. There's still hope of me working up a sweat.
Donnel: If these fellers are any indication, the Outrealms are one scary place! But I can't let fear whip me. Not if I'm gonna get any stronger. I may not go down a winner, but I reckon I'll go down fighting!
Anna: Now THAT'S what I call a weapon! It belongs in a museum! ...Or better yet, on the top shelf of a fine establishment like my own. Once I've beaten you, maybe I could take it off your hands...?
Owain: I noticed you've inscribed names on your weapons—very dignified. What's that marking there? Ooh! A diphthong? An interrobang? Come, enemy of mine! Let us trade blows and lofty naming secrets!
Inigo: Yours must have been a costly fight. Was the world better for it? ...Strange. When I look at you, I find myself thinking of my parents. Was it because they fought and died for the world as well?
Brady: I saw the mess outside. All ruins and no people, yeah? What kinda hell has this world been through? Damn your eyes! I don't like how much this reminds me of home!
Kjelle: Something about this place kills my will to fight. They are more than worthy of my steel, so why, then? Could I actually be...afraid to fight? Perhaps I need to defeat them and forge my courage anew!
Cynthia: I'm sorry, have we met? In the future, maybe? ...Er, my future? You just seem so darn familiar.... Oh well! It's probably my subconscious concocting a heroic backstory.
Severa: Why do you keep staring at me like that? Huh? W-wait, are you...crying? But you're a Risen! Well, you won't move me to tears! I won't be deceived!
Gerome: Why does Minerva cry out in your presence, fiends? Have you put some spell upon her? The last time I heard her screetch so sadly was when my parents fell...
Morgan: Tight formation, good teamwork... No wonder your treasure is unclaimed. You Deadlords have a fine tactician among you, but not good enough. My <father/mother> is the better tactical mind! I'm sure of it!
Yarne: Is one of you a taguel? I sense a presence not unlike my mother's... B-but no. That's not possible. I suppose it's just a relief to see someone beat extinction for a change.
Laurent: I will not lie. I find you riveting. They never found my mother's body after she died, you know? Could she have ended up like you? ...Gods forbid she be among you.
Noire: These foes are as scary as my mother was in her lifetime... It's hard to imagine ANYONE could match her levels of terror... Brrr! I can't even think about it.
Nah: This is all wrong. It has been since we got here. These lords want us dead, but they do not bear the scent of enemies. What have you done to my dragonkin sense of smell? I must know!
Tiki: I...know you. That grisly guise you wear is not enough to blind me. You died to protect something. Will you now destroy it? Then I know I will stop you—to honour your last wish and defend the children.
Gangrel: "Deadlords," was it? You lost me at "dead." Bwah ha ha ha! Where you get off feigning power when you all met with some miserable defeat? To me, you're only good at one thing—and you're about to do it again!
Walhart: I, too, felt dead when my current comrades ended my cause... But I did not wallow in that defeat. I found a new path. I could have been like you, but I am not. If I die, it will not be standing still!
Emmeryn: Created from...corpses...fallen warriors... Separated...from what...you once were... Perhaps...we are similar...in a way...
Yen'fay: Wherefore do you continue this fight? Will you press on, undying and unremembered, so long as fate bids it? Yes, 'tis a sad fate, the one we share. But for you, I shall end it.
Aversa: What a coincidence—I once commanded twelve Deadlords of my own. Some of them your namesakes... Though from different corpses, no doubt... *Sigh* Ah, memories... Well, enough of that—I'll still destroy you all the same!
Priam: Thirty-six generals, and every last one a menace. One slipup will cost me my life, or perhaps more... Excellent! This is one Outrealm well worth the journey.
Mus: IMPRESSIVE, VISITORS FROM ANOTHER WORLD. MOST IMPRESSIVE.
Bovis: IT HONORS US TO TRADE BLOWS WITH SUCH MIGHTY WARRIORS.
Tigris: WE, THE THIRTY-SIX, WILL PAY YOU HOMAGE, ONE BY ONE. STARTING WI—
Chrom: No! ...I mean, that won't be necessary. ...At all. Ever. We need to get back to our own world and finish our struggle there.
Lepus: A NOBLE CAUSE, NO DOUBT.
Draco: BUT A PITY ALL THE SAME.
Anguilla: WILL YOU RETURN TO VISIT AGAIN?
Chrom: Er, why? ...Do you want us to? You're not...lonely or something, are you?
Equus: WE ARE THE DEADLORDS. WE DO NOT SUCCUMB TO MORTAL EMOTION.
Ovis: BUT FROM A GOOD BATTLE, WE MIGHT DERIVE A BIT OF MORTAL PLEASURE.
Simia: IF YOU SEEK MORE TREASURES, YOU MAY ALWAYS FIND US HERE.
Chrom: Thank you for the invitation... May we meet again.
Gallus: MAY WE, INDEED.
Canis: WE, THE THIRTY-SIX DEADLORDS, WILL WAIT.
Porcus: WE WILL WAIT...FOREVER.
Chrom: (Okay, Robin, let's get out of here before they start talking a—)
Mus: IT OCCURRED TO US THAT WE FAILED TO GIVE YOU ONE LAST REWARD.
Chrom: *Ahem* Right. Yes, of course. ...What is it?
Tigris: THIS CARD HOUSES AN EINHERJAR—AN OLD SOUL, AT THAT.
Lepus: ELDIGAN THE LIONHEART WAS ONE OF THE STRONGEST OF HIS TIME.
Draco: NOW HIS POWER IS YOURS.
Chrom: Thank you. He is in good hands.
Anguilla: DID YOU ENJOY YOUR REWARD? THEN YOU MUST VISIT US AGAIN.
Equus: ...YOU WILL COME AND VISIT US AGAIN, WON'T YOU?
(should the player choose to recruit Eldigan)
Eldigan: I swear to serve you well.
(when obtaining the Silver Card)
Chrom: Phew... I was starting to think we might never get out of there…
Equus: WE ALMOST FORGOT THAT WE HAVE ANOTHER GIFT FOR YOU.
Chrom: Oh for the gods' sake... Seriously?
Ovis: IN HONOR OF YOUR VICTORY, TAKE THIS SILVER CARD.
Chrom: What does it do?
Simia: THE SILVER CARD ALLOWS YOU TO BUY FROM SHOPS AT LOWER PRICES.
Gallus: THAT IS CORRECT. THE SAME QUALITY ITEMS AT NEW LOW, LOW PRICES.
Canis: SUCH MATERIAL GOODS ARE OF NO CONCERN TO US.
Porcus: CONSIDER IT A PACT—A PROMISE YOU WILL RETURN HERE AGAIN.
Chrom: Right. Got it. Thanks. Sheesh... These guys really don't get out much, do they?