Siege of Prague (1420)
Jan Žižka and his peasant militia hold a narrow ridge on Vítkov Hill against a massive charge of elite heavy cavalry led by the Holy Roman Empire's nobility. Despite being outnumbered and out-geared,
Setting
The rugged ridge of Vítkov Hill overlooking Prague, featuring makeshift defensive earthworks and wooden palisades reinforced with stone and logs. The terrain is steep, narrow, and treacherous, forcing the crusader cavalry into a bottleneck.
Characters
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Jan Žižka
primary
A battle-hardened man of stocky, powerful build. His face is a roadmap of scars, most notably a deep, puckered indentation over his left eye covered by a simple leather patch. His remaining eye is a piercing, slate-grey. He has a coarse, salt-and-pepper beard trimmed short and a receding hairline beneath a simple skullcap.
Pippo Spano
primary
A lean, athletic Italian nobleman with sharp, Mediterranean features. He has a dark, well-groomed goatee and intense, dark eyes that betray his frustration. His skin is tanned from years of campaigning across Europe, and a thin scar runs along his jawline.
Hussite Flail-Bearer
secondary
A weather-beaten, sturdy Taborite woman with rough, calloused hands and a face smeared with soot and dirt. Her hair is tucked tightly under a simple linen coif, and her frame is hardened by years of agrarian labor, lending her a deceptive strength when swinging her heavy weapon.
Swabian Knight
secondary
A robust, barrel-chested nobleman with a thick, sweat-matted blonde beard protruding from beneath his visor. His skin is flushed a deep crimson from the physical exertion of the climb and the heat of his armor. He represents the elite feudal warrior class, though his prestige is marred by the mud and wood-splinters covering his expensive gear.
Hand-Cannoneer
background
A lean, sinewy Bohemian peasant with a face thoroughly blackened by sulfurous gunpowder residue and soot. His eyes are wide and stinging from the acrid smoke, leaving clear tracks of moisture through the grime. His hands are calloused and stained dark, showing the rough texture of a manual laborer turned soldier.
Dialog
Pippo Spano
Per bacco! How can these magnificent steeds of Swabia find purchase upon this vertical goat-track while these bestial rustics rain filth upon us?
Jan Žižka
Hle! The vineyard is ripe for the pruning! Stand fast, brothers of the Chalice!
Hussite Flail-Bearer
The Lamb breaks the seals! Die, dog of the Antichrist!
Pippo Spano
The tactical geometry is a disaster, an affront to the very art of war; forward, you poltroons, lest we be shamed by the mere sight of these unwashed scullions!
Jan Žižka
Drive them into the ravine. No mercy for the wolves in sheep’s clothing. Strike!
Hussite Flail-Bearer
Amen! The grain is threshed! The Truth prevails!
Jan Žižka
Hle! The Lord’s wind scatters the chaff. Look how they run!
