Battle of Auray
The Battle of Auray reaches its climax as opposing forces led by John IV of Montfort and Charles of Blois clash in a desperate struggle for control of Brittany. The muddy battlefield is littered with
Setting
The battlefield near Auray, Brittany. A muddy plain strewn with fallen soldiers, trampled grass, and broken weapons. The nearby town's wooden palisade is visible in the distance, smoke rising from burning thatched roofs.
Characters
John IV, Duke of Brittany
primary
A tall, broad-shouldered man in his mid-30s with a weathered but noble countenance. His face is framed by a neatly trimmed beard, and his piercing blue eyes survey the battlefield with authority. His stance exudes confidence and military prowess.
Charles of Blois
primary
A man in his late 40s, gaunt yet wiry with a soldier's build. His face is weathered from years of campaigning, with deep-set blue eyes and a prominent aquiline nose. His once-dark hair is streaked with grey and matted with sweat and dirt. His hands are calloused from wielding a sword, and there's a fresh cut on his left cheek.
English Knight
secondary
A seasoned warrior in his late 30s, with a muscular build and a face weathered by years of battle. His short beard is flecked with grey, and a deep scar runs from his left temple to his jawline. His chainmail gleams dully under the overcast sky, and his tabard bears the arms of John IV.
Breton Foot Soldier
secondary
A battle-weary man in his late 20s to early 30s, with a gaunt face marked by exhaustion and blood from minor wounds. His skin is tanned and weathered from years in the field. He has a wiry but strong build, typical of a common foot soldier enduring the hardships of medieval warfare.
Squire
background
A young male attendant, likely in his late teens, with a slender but wiry build from years of training. His face is smudged with dirt and sweat, and his short-cropped hair is matted from hours under a helmet. His hands are calloused but nimble, suited for both swordplay and the delicate work of tending wounds.
Dialog
John IV, Duke of Brittany
Blows fall like rain, yet Auray shall be ours by nightfall.
Charles of Blois
Your ambition blinds you, John. Brittany bleeds for your pride!
English Knight
Their left flank buckles, my lord. Press now, and they break.
John IV, Duke of Brittany
Then sound the horns. Let Auray's fields hear our victory.
Charles of Blois
By Saint Michael's blade, I shall not yield this day!
English Knight
The man fights like a cornered boar. Shall I end it?
John IV, Duke of Brittany
Stay your steel. Let him see his cause lost ere he falls.