Tilling my own grave to keep me level;

[magnets]

Who: Jesse Giacopo and just about everybody who wants to
What: Fast times at Ridgemont High.
When: Nov 9th - 15th
Where: Giacopo's opium den, Spiriti.
Rating: R at least, for drug use alone!

( jam another dragon down the hole; )

Ecce gladius Domini

[fiorenza]

[ The inlaid marble floors of the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore are invisible under the feet of thousands, hushed to a tense silence as a balding man dressed in gray rags step on to the raised pulpit. If asked, the listener beside you will say that he is Girolamo Savonarola, the great prophet who has foreseen Florence's doom and has no other wishes safe to redeem the city of its sins. More questions would only be met with a dismissive wave as the crowd strain their ears to listen well.

Fra Savonarola's voice is strong and stern for his bent figure. His words echo in the halls like some divine revelation (but then it could all just be a trick. ]

The world suffers from the wickedness of men: your children starve as the Pope dines on forks of gold and Piero de' Medici graces his collar with their bones. But behold, the sword of the Lord will descend quick and sudden upon the earth. The heavens tremble as a voice says:

"I am the hailstorm that shall break the heads of those who do not take shelter!"

Florence, liberate yourself from their lies, your minds and hearts from worldly pleasures! Liberate your neighbors from their thrall! Today I name thee soldiers of the Lord, take up arms and cleanse this city of sin, of sodomites and those who serve the Devil. The Lord has spoken: if there is but ten among you who are righteous, He would grant this Sodom mercy. Righteousness and humility shall be your shelter. Vanities the mark of your blame

[ The sermon does its trick, with the crowd roused to self-righteous rage as they muscle closer to the pulpit, shoving and pushing others to the floor if necessary. Savonarola narrowly succeeds in making his exit surrounded by five of his most faithful followers, but after him comes the mob, too numerous to all fit through the door. Careful not to get trampled on, now. ]

[ OOC; Make your own sections as you please (for before, during or after the sermon)! ]