Battle of Vitkov Hill
Jan Žižka and the Hussite peasant rebels defend Vítkov Hill against the numerically superior Holy Roman Emperor Sigismund's crusader army, relying on their innovative wagon fort tactics and sheer dete
Setting
Vítkov Hill, a steep, grassy slope on the eastern edge of Prague. The hill is bare except for scattered shrubs and the hastily constructed wooden barricades of the Hussite wagon fort. The city of Prague sprawls below, its red rooftops visible in the distance amidst the summer haze.
Characters
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Jan Žižka
primary
A grizzled, one-eyed military leader in his late fifties, with a wiry but powerful frame. His face is deeply lined from years of campaigning, with a prominent scar where his right eye once was, now covered by a simple leather patch. His remaining dark eye burns with intensity, and his short-cropped grey hair is flecked with traces of his former auburn color.
Hussite Peasant
secondary
A sunburnt man in his late 30s with a wiry but muscular build from years of farm labor. His face is lined with premature wrinkles from outdoor work, and his hands are calloused. A fresh scar crosses his right forearm from recent fighting. His dark blond hair is matted with sweat and dust beneath a simple cloth cap.
Priest
secondary
A gaunt, middle-aged man with deep-set eyes and a short, unkempt beard. His face is lined with both age and fervor, his skin weathered from years of preaching under the open sky. His hands are raised in exhortation, fingers trembling slightly from both exhaustion and passion.
Crusader Knight
background
A battle-hardened knight in his late 30s, clad in full plate armor with a weathered surcoat displaying the cross of the Holy Roman Empire. His face is obscured by a visored bascinet helmet, but his determined stride reveals a muscular, combat-seasoned physique. The armor bears dents and scratches from previous engagements, and the weight of his gear causes him to move with purposeful, heavy steps.
Dialog
Jan Žižka
Wagons hold! Let their horses break like waves on rocks!
Hussite Peasant
By Master Jan's truth, they come thick as locusts!
Priest
Bratři v pravdě! The Lord's sickle shall harvest the wicked this day!
Jan Žižka
Pikemen to the east gap – now!
Hussite Peasant
Ha! Their fancy armor weighs them down like oxen in mud!
Priest
Sing, brothers! Let the mountain tremble with God's truth! [begins hoarse singing] 'Ktož jsú boží bojovníci...'
Jan Žižka
Hold until sunset and Prague's saved – or we'll all sup with Pán tonight!