Setting
A hillside near Hořice, Bohemia, with uneven terrain covered in spring grass and scattered wildflowers. The battlefield is marked by the remnants of a wagon fort, with broken carts and makeshift barricades forming a defensive perimeter. The ground is churned up by hooves and boots, revealing patches of mud beneath the grass.
Characters
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Jan Žižka
primary
A grizzled military leader in his late 50s, with a wiry but powerful build. His face is deeply lined from years of campaigning, with a prominent scar running through his left eye socket (the eye long since lost). His remaining right eye is piercing and alert. His gray-streaked beard is short and unkempt from battle.
Hussite Soldier
secondary
A grizzled veteran in his late 30s, with a wiry but strong build from years of campaigning. His face is weathered with deep lines around his eyes and mouth, and he sports a thick, unkempt beard streaked with gray. His left ear bears an old battle scar, and his hands are calloused from wielding weapons. His right forearm is wrapped in a bloodstained cloth from a recent wound.
Crusader Captain
secondary
A middle-aged man of noble bearing, though now disheveled from battle. His face is streaked with dirt and sweat, his once-proud posture broken by defeat. His dark hair is matted under a dented helmet, and his piercing blue eyes show both shock and lingering defiance. A deep gash on his left arm bleeds through torn chainmail.
Wounded Crusader
background
A young crusader, barely out of his teens, lies bleeding on the churned earth. His fair hair is matted with sweat and blood, and his pale skin is smeared with dirt. His blue eyes are wide with pain and fear, his lips parted in a silent plea. His chainmail is torn at the shoulder, revealing a deep wound that stains his tunic crimson.
Dialog
Jan Žižka
By the blood of Christ, your knights broke like wheat before the scythe. Tell your bishops their iron-clad pride cannot shield them from God's justice.
Crusader Captain
By God's wounds, Žižka... A captain does not beg, but these wounded men need water. Will you show the mercy your heretical sermons claim?
Hussite Soldier
The southern slope's clear, General. Their knights who fled are halfway to Prague by now - running like hares before harvest-time.
Jan Žižka
Mercy? We gave it when we didn't slaughter your retreating host like pigs at Martinmas. But bring water to the wounded - even wolves tend their pack.
Crusader Captain
Your wagons... no honorable army fights from behind peasant carts. What devil taught you this witchcraft?
Hussite Soldier
Devil? Nay, captain - just good Bohemian oak and better Bohemian steel. Though I'll grant your horses didn't care for the welcome.
Jan Žižka
Enough talk. Soldier - have the men check every cart for arrows. God granted this victory, but He expects us to prepare for the next.