Sacking of the Savoy Palace
Angry peasant rebels storm the Savoy Palace, the residence of John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, burning records and looting treasures in an act of defiance against aristocratic oppression.
Setting
Savoy Palace, London, United Kingdom - The grand palace of John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, is under siege by angry peasant rebels. The palace, a symbol of aristocratic opulence, is being stormed and looted. The scene is chaotic, with rebels pouring through the gates and into the lavish halls.
Characters
Rebel Leader
primary
A rugged, middle-aged man with a wiry build, sun-weathered skin, and piercing blue eyes that burn with righteous fury. His dark brown hair is unkempt, streaked with gray, and falls just past his shoulders. A deep scar runs across his left cheekbone, a testament to past struggles.
Guard Captain
secondary
A burly man in his late 30s, with a weathered face and a thick beard. His muscular build suggests years of military training, and a fresh scar runs across his left cheekbone. His eyes are sharp and alert, scanning the chaos around him.
Servant
secondary
A middle-aged woman of slight build, with weathered hands from years of labor. Her face is lined with worry, and her dark hair is partially covered by a simple linen coif. Her eyes dart nervously between the chaos unfolding around her.
Peasant Rebel
background
A gaunt, wiry man in his late 30s with sunken cheeks and calloused hands, his face marked by years of hard labor and poor nutrition. His dark hair is matted with sweat and dust, and his beard is unkempt. His eyes burn with a mix of fury and exhilaration.
Dialog
Rebel Leader
By the blood of Christ, break down these doors! Let not one stone of this leech's nest stand upon another!
Guard Captain
Hold the line! Pikes at the ready! These rabble shall not pass!
Servant
Oh sweet saints preserve us... if it please you, sirs, I beg—
Rebel Leader
You there! Servant! Join us or be crushed beneath the wheels of justice!
Guard Captain
Fall back to the inner hall! We make our stand there!
Servant
I—I cannot... my lady's chambers... oh God have mercy...
Rebel Leader
Mercy? These bloodsuckers showed none when they took our children for taxes! Burn it all!