Death of Edward Bruce
Edward Bruce, brother of Robert the Bruce and self-proclaimed High King of Ireland, is slain in the chaotic final moments of the Battle of Faughart. His Scottish forces, already outmaneuvered and outn
Setting
Rolling hills of Faughart, County Louth, Ireland. The battlefield is strewn with bodies, muddied by the morning rain, with scattered weapons and broken shields. The remnants of Edward Bruce's Scottish forces are in disarray, while the Anglo-Irish troops press their advantage.
Characters
Edward Bruce
primary
A tall, broad-shouldered Scottish nobleman in his late thirties, with auburn hair streaked with grey, a thick beard, and piercing blue eyes. His face is weathered from years of campaigning, with a prominent scar running from his left temple to his jawline.
John de Bermingham
primary
A tall, broad-shouldered Anglo-Irish nobleman in his late 30s with a weathered face marked by years of campaigning. His dark brown hair is cropped short beneath his helmet, and a thick beard frames his square jaw. Piercing grey eyes survey the battlefield with military precision.
Scottish Standard Bearer
secondary
A rugged Scotsman in his early 30s, with a muscular build from years of military training. His face is weathered and bears a few scars from previous battles. His short beard is matted with sweat and dirt, and his intense eyes are fixed on Edward Bruce.
Anglo-Irish Archer
secondary
A lean, wiry man in his late thirties, with sun-weathered skin and sharp eyes that have spent years tracking targets. His hands are calloused from the bowstring, and his stance speaks of experience in battle.
Wounded Scottish Soldier
background
A young Scotsman in his mid-20s, with a wiry but muscular build from years of campaigning. His face is pale from blood loss, framed by matted auburn hair streaked with mud. A deep gash runs from his left temple to jawline, and an arrow protrudes from his right shoulder. His left hand clutches a gaping wound in his abdomen, fingers slick with blood.
Dialog
Edward Bruce
Stand fast, lads! Let not these curs think they've broken us yet! For Scotland and Ireland!
John de Bermingham
Press the advance! Let not a single Scotsman escape this field alive! By the King's command, we end this today!
Edward Bruce
Bermingham! Face me yourself, you coward! Or do you only fight with others' blood?
John de Bermingham
Your arrogance blinds you, Bruce. This is not single combat, but justice delivered by the Crown's might.
Edward Bruce
Justice? Aye, the justice of wolves upon sheep! Come then, we'll greet your justice with cold steel!
John de Bermingham
Archers, loose! Let God judge his treasonous soul.
Edward Bruce
Then die well, brothers! We'll meet again in...