Setting
The Four Courts and surrounding central Dublin streets, with barricades erected by anti-Treaty IRA forces. The cobblestone streets are littered with debris, shattered glass, and spent bullet casings. Smoke drifts from damaged buildings, and the imposing neoclassical facade of the Four Courts stands partially damaged from artillery fire.
Characters
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Free State Lieutenant
primary
A lean, wiry man in his late twenties with sharp features and piercing blue eyes. His face bears the marks of recent combat—a fresh scar above his right eyebrow and a fading bruise along his jawline. His hands are calloused, and his posture is tense, ready for action.
IRA Commander
primary
A rugged man in his late 30s with a wiry build, his face weathered by years of guerrilla warfare. His dark hair is cropped short, and a few days' stubble covers his jaw. His piercing blue eyes are framed by deep lines of fatigue and determination. A faded scar runs along his left cheekbone, a souvenir from past conflicts.
Free State Sergeant
secondary
A grizzled, middle-aged man with a weathered face, deep-set eyes, and a thick mustache. His build is stocky and muscular, bearing the marks of years of military service. His hands are calloused, and he moves with the deliberate efficiency of a seasoned soldier.
IRA Volunteer
secondary
A young man in his early 20s with a lean, wiry build from months of irregular warfare. His face is smudged with dirt and gunpowder residue, with sharp features and intense blue eyes that scan the street nervously. His hands are calloused from handling weapons, and there's a fresh scrape on his left cheek from flying debris.
Civilian Woman
background
A middle-aged woman with a thin, wiry build, her face lined with worry and exhaustion. Her dark hair is loosely tied back, strands escaping in disarray. Her hands are rough from manual labor, clutching a child tightly.
Dialog
Free State Lieutenant
Sergeant, push forward that Lewis gun—we need to suppress their position before they regroup.
Free State Sergeant
Right, sir. O’Malley, get that gun movin’! And keep your heads down, lads—those boys don’t miss.
IRA Commander
A chlann, hold that barricade! The Staters won’t take an inch while we still breathe.
Free State Lieutenant
Damn it—they’ve got the high ground. Sergeant, flank left through that alley. We’ll pin them from two sides.
IRA Commander
Traitors, the lot of them! They’ll answer for this when the Republic stands.
Free State Sergeant
Sir, we’ve got wounded in the open—need covering fire to pull ’em back.
IRA Commander
Hold fast! One more push and they’ll break—just like they did under the Brits.