Battle of Vitkov Hill
Hussite forces, led by Jan Žižka, are making their desperate last stand on Vítkov Hill against the numerically superior Crusader army. The defenders, including peasants and wagons repurposed as barric
Setting
Vítkov Hill, a steep slope on the eastern edge of Prague, fortified with wooden palisades and trenches by the Hussites. The hill overlooks the city, offering a strategic vantage point. The battlefield is strewn with weapons, bodies, and debris from the ongoing conflict.
Characters
Jan Žižka
primary
A grizzled, one-eyed military leader in his late 50s, with a muscular build from years of warfare. His face bears scars from past battles, and his remaining eye gleams with fierce determination. His right eye is covered by a simple leather patch.
Hussite Priest
secondary
A gaunt man in his late 40s with a deeply lined face and piercing blue eyes, his graying beard untrimmed in the ascetic Taborite fashion. His frame is wiry but strong from years of preaching and fasting, with calloused hands that grip a simple wooden cross like a weapon.
Peasant Soldier
secondary
A burly man in his late 20s, with sun-weathered skin and calloused hands from years of farm labor. His hair is cropped short under a padded coif, and his face bears a fresh scar from recent combat. His muscular build suggests strength honed by hard work, now turned to wielding weapons.
Crusader Knight
secondary
A battle-hardened imperial soldier in his late 30s, clad in full plate armor with a surcoat bearing the cross of the Crusaders. His face is obscured by a great helm, but his stance conveys brute strength and determination. His armor is dented and bloodied from the fierce fighting.
Wagon Defender
background
A burly Hussite warrior in his late 30s, with a weathered face, short-cropped dark hair, and a thick beard. His muscular build suggests years of hard labor before joining the rebellion. His left forearm bears a fresh wound hastily bandaged with a strip of linen.
Dialog
Jan Žižka
Hold the wagons! Their knights will break like waves upon our walls!
Hussite Priest
Dominus vult! God threshes His enemies today! Let the chaff burn!
Peasant Soldier
They're circling east—flails ready when they charge the ditch!
Jan Žižka
Archers! Loose at twenty paces—no wasted arrows.
Hussite Priest
Filii Belial! Their pride is their downfall—strike now and the Lord's wrath walks with you!
Peasant Soldier
My scythe took three—let them come again!
Jan Žižka
Stand. Or die where you kneel.