Battle of Dornach
The Swiss Confederate forces have successfully broken the Swabian lines, turning a desperate defensive stand into a rout. Amidst the mud and smoldering ruins of Dornach, a Swiss Captain oversees the f
Setting
A rolling field near the village of Dornach, surrounded by dense forests and distant Alpine foothills. The ground is uneven, scattered with trampled crops and patches of mud from recent rains. The remnants of a wooden fence and a few peasant huts smolder on the outskirts.
Characters
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Swiss Captain
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A broad-shouldered man in his late 30s with a weathered face marked by scars from previous battles. His dark beard is trimmed short, and his piercing blue eyes survey the battlefield with authority. His muscular frame shows the strength of a man who has spent years leading from the front.
Swiss Soldier
secondary
A young man in his early twenties, wiry and lean from years of campaigning, with sun-browned skin and a patchy beard. His face bears the marks of battle—a fresh cut across his left cheek, and his knuckles are scraped raw. Despite his exhaustion, his eyes gleam with the fierce pride of victory.
Swabian Knight
secondary
A middle-aged man of noble bearing, though his once-imposing frame now slumps in defeat. His face is weathered from campaigns, with deep-set eyes shadowed by exhaustion. A jagged cut mars his left cheek, still oozing blood, and his dark hair is matted with sweat and grime.
Village Elder
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An elderly man with a deeply lined face, sunken cheeks, and a long, unkempt gray beard. His back is slightly stooped from years of labor, and his hands are gnarled with age. His pale blue eyes, though weary, are sharp with the wisdom of many winters.
Dialog
Swiss Captain
By the blood of our fathers, look at them run! These Swabian curs thought their armor would save them from Swiss steel!
Swiss Soldier
Aye, Captain! Cut through their ranks like summer hay! Shall we chase them into the Schwarzwald?
Swabian Knight
I, Dietrich von Falkenstein, yield my sword... but mark this day well, peasant captains. The Emperor shall hear of this outrage.
Swiss Captain
Your Emperor's ears are full of Swiss pikes now, noble fool. Take his sword, Hans—let it remind our grandchildren how free men fight.
Swiss Soldier
Hah! Better steel than these Habsburg dogs deserve! Should we send his spurs back to Vienna in a sack?
Swabian Knight
We... I demand proper ransom terms befitting my station. My house will pay—
Swiss Captain
Your station lies in the mud where we put it. Today, Switzerland makes its own terms.
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