Battle of Losecoat Field
Yorkist forces under Edward IV ambush and rout the Lincolnshire rebels led by Sir Robert Welles in a muddy field near Stamford. The rebels, realizing their defeat, discard their livery coats to avoid
Setting
A muddy field near Stamford, Lincolnshire, with scattered patches of spring grass struggling to grow. The terrain is uneven, with shallow ditches and small hills providing some cover. The field is bordered by sparse woodland, where some rebels attempt to flee.
Characters
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Edward IV
primary
A tall, broad-shouldered man in his late twenties with a commanding presence. His fair hair is shoulder-length and slightly tousled from the ride, framing a strong-jawed face with piercing blue eyes. His build is athletic, befitting a warrior king, with the bearing of one accustomed to both court and battlefield.
Sir Robert Welles
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A tall, broad-shouldered man in his late 30s with a weathered face, deep-set eyes, and a strong jawline. His dark brown hair is matted with sweat and mud, and his beard is unkempt from days of campaigning. His hands are calloused from years of wielding a sword, and his posture exudes a desperate authority.
Yorkist Captain
secondary
A battle-hardened cavalry officer in his late 30s, with a muscular build from years of mounted combat. His face bears a faded scar across the left cheekbone, and his sun-weathered skin suggests many campaigns. Dark brown hair, cropped short for practicality under a helmet, frames piercing grey eyes that miss no detail on the battlefield.
Rebel Soldier
secondary
A young man in his early twenties, lean and wiry from hard labor, with a sunburnt face and calloused hands. His hair is cropped short under a simple cloth cap, now askew from his frantic escape. His eyes are wide with fear, and his mouth is slightly open as he gasps for breath.
Dialog
Edward IV
See how they cast their coats aside like autumn leaves before winter's bite. Let our horsemen harry them to the woods—none escape to whisper treason again.
Sir Robert Welles
Stan' your ground, you lily-livered curs! Would you have these Yorkist dogs chase you to your mothers' hearths?
Yorkist Captain
Hobnails to the left flank—cut them off ere they reach the birch copse!
Edward IV
Welles fights like a boar at bay—see how he rallies those few still bearing arms. Captain, send two lances to take him living.
Sir Robert Welles
By Saint Hugh's bones! If we must die, let's die with steel in hand, not backs to the wind!
Yorkist Captain
Aye, Majesty. Ho there—Bill and Wat! Take that shouting lordling with the poleyns, not the points!
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