Setting
A rolling field near the village of Lipany, with scattered patches of spring wildflowers and trampled grass. The battlefield is marked by hastily constructed wagon fortifications on the Taborite side, while the Utraquist forces are arrayed in more traditional formations. The nearby hills provide a vantage point for observers.
Characters
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Prokop the Great
primary
A tall, broad-shouldered man in his late 40s with a weathered face marked by deep lines from years of campaigning. His dark brown hair is streaked with gray and tied back in a simple leather thong. His piercing blue eyes burn with fervor, and a thick beard frames his jaw. His hands are calloused from wielding weapons, and he carries himself with the confidence of a seasoned commander.
Divis Bozek of Podmokly
primary
A middle-aged man of sturdy build, with a weathered face marked by years of campaigning. His dark brown hair is streaked with grey and tied back in a practical manner. A thick beard frames his jaw, and his piercing blue eyes survey the battlefield with a commander's keen assessment.
Taborite Standard Bearer
secondary
A rugged man in his late 20s, with a wiry but strong build from years of campaigning. His face is weathered by sun and wind, with a short, unkempt beard. His left ear bears a small scar from a previous battle. His hands are calloused from gripping the banner pole through countless engagements.
Utraquist Knight
secondary
A battle-hardened knight in his late 30s, with a broad, muscular build from years of combat. His face is partially obscured by his great helm, but a thick, dark beard is visible beneath the visor. His armor is dented and scarred from previous engagements, yet well-maintained.
Wounded Taborite Soldier
background
A young man in his mid-20s, lean and wiry from years of campaigning. His face is streaked with dirt and blood, his beard matted with sweat. A deep gash runs across his left thigh, staining his hose crimson. His right hand clutches a broken dagger, the blade snapped near the hilt.
Dialog
Prokop the Great
Stand fast, brothers! The Lord of Hosts marches with us this day! Let these traitors taste the wrath of God's chosen!
Divis Bozek of Podmokly
Hold the line... steady now. Let them come to us. Their zeal will be their undoing.
Utraquist Knight
Lances ready! At my signal—charge their left flank!
Prokop the Great
You see how they hesitate? Their hearts falter before the righteous! Forward, for the Chalice and the Word!
Divis Bozek of Podmokly
So it must be... May God forgive us this day. Archers—loose!
Utraquist Knight
Break their wagons! Ride them down! FOR PRAGUE AND THE COMPACTA!
Prokop the Great
Then here I stand, as Wenceslaus stood before his murderers! Strike true, brothers—we meet in Paradise!