Death of Adolf of Nassau
Adolf of Nassau, King of the Romans, is mortally wounded in the chaotic final moments of the Battle of Göllheim, surrounded by the remnants of his forces as his rival Albrecht of Habsburg's troops clo
Setting
A sun-baked battlefield near Göllheim, scattered with fallen soldiers and churned earth. The remnants of a medieval skirmish unfold across rolling hills, with patches of dry summer grass and trampled wildflowers. The distant silhouette of Göllheim’s modest fortifications can be seen on the horizon.
Characters
Adolf of Nassau
primary
A tall, broad-shouldered man in his late forties with a weathered face marked by years of warfare. His once-golden hair, now streaked with grey, is matted with sweat and blood. His piercing blue eyes, though dimmed by pain, still hold a regal intensity. A deep gash across his chest stains his tunic crimson.
Knight of Nassau
secondary
A battle-hardened knight in his early 40s, with a broad-shouldered, muscular build from years of combat. His face is weathered by sun and wind, marked by a deep scar running from his left temple to cheekbone. His short, dark brown hair is streaked with grey, and his beard is trimmed close. His hands are calloused and grip his sword tightly.
Battlefield Priest
secondary
A gaunt, middle-aged man with deep-set, sorrowful eyes and a shaved tonsure marking his clerical status. His face is lined with exhaustion and spiritual burden, his hands calloused yet delicate as they perform sacred rites. His posture is slightly hunched from years of prayer and service.
Wounded Soldier
background
A gaunt, middle-aged foot soldier with a weathered face marked by years of campaigning. His short beard is matted with dirt and sweat, and his sunken eyes reflect exhaustion. A deep gash runs along his left thigh, staining his hose crimson as he drags himself across the battlefield.
Dialog
Adolf of Nassau
Nein... nicht schon jetzt... der König verlangt... noch einen Atemzug...
Knight of Nassau
Herrgott! Haltet ihn fest, Priester! Der Feind rückt näher!
Battlefield Priest
In nomine Patris... accipe hoc oleum sanctum... möge Gott deine Seele empfangen, mein König...
Adolf of Nassau
Sagt meinen Söhnen... Nassau fällt heute... aber steigt wieder... wie das Rheingold im Morgenlicht...
Knight of Nassau
Schwert hoch! Schildwall um den König! Selbst tot soll er ihre Hufe nicht küssen!
Battlefield Priest
Libera me, Domine... de morte aeterna... der Löwe von Nassau geht zu Christus...
Knight of Nassau
Fluch über die Habsburger! Dieser Tag wird gerächt, beim Blut aller Heiligen!