Summary: Trying to steer a revolution towards unbloody.
Notes: prompted by Herm Baskerville
When unrest rose because of the church taxes, Nico talked, steering plans away from murder and arson.
She talked until her throat was sore about exposing lies, taking back property, and how the worst fate for the prideful was embarrassment. Then she found the right people.
In the death of night they stole what the priests had coerced from their flock.
The most reckless volunteers took it to the cathedral, and waited for the signal they would not hit anyone.
They poured the liberated money in the gutters, and at the break of dawn, the gargoyles spat streams of coins.This entry was also posted at http://anke.dreamwidth.org/360424.html. You can comment wherever you prefer.