The doorbell rings.
[[Open the door]]
Three boys are standing in the driveway with bikes. They form a motley costumed crew adorned in old pillow cases, belts notched across their foreheads, and scraps of cloths wrapped around their forearms.
Isaiah: The Guardians of the Seven Sacred Dimensions call upon your skill, Pale Black Rider. Are you ready to answer?
[[Agitation]]
[[Answer the call]] Thia: Come on, dude, am I always going to be the Pale Black Rider? That's getting really old!
Isaiah: Hmmmmm...as long as you turn the color of a pecan in the winter.
Thia: Ass, you know I'm sensitive about my winter paleness
"You know we love you, girl, right guys? (//Enam and Matthew grin and nod//) Noooow, The Guardians of the Seven Sacred Dimensions call upon your skill, Pale Black Rider. Are you ready to answer? "
(//Thia rolls her eyes//)
[[Answer the call]]Thia: I am ready to answer the call. Just let me grab my cloak and supplies.
Thia grabs an old sheet sewn into a cape and her father's old toolbelt.
Thia: Ma, I'm headed out to play with the guys!
Ma: Did you take out the trash like I told you to?
Thia: Well, no, but I'll do it when I get -
//Hard stare from Ma//
Thia: But -
//Harder stare from Ma//
Thia: ...gotcha.
//Thia scrambles to the kitchen gathering the trash bags.//
Ma: Be safe, love, and be back before the street lights are on!
Thia: I will. See ya!
[[Actually answer the call]]Isaiah: Ah, did you forget to do you chores again?
Thia: Yeah, yeah, yeah. We can't all be the forgotten middle children like you, Isaiah. My mom remembers when she tells me to do something.
Matthew: Ha, she got you!
Isaiah: Man, shut up.
Enam: Wait, Thia forgot to officially answer the sacred call!
//The three boys bring their right arms up pounding their chests in unison. Isaiah steps forward.//
Isaiah: The Guardians of the Seven Sacred Dimensions call upon your skill, Thia. Are you ready to answer the call?"
//Thia brushes back her cloack to pull a long smooth stick from a special notch in her father's toolbelt. She brandishes it at the sky.//
Thia: As the Seven Sacred Dimensions call I will answer. Always will my sword be at the ready to defend all that is good, all that is pure, and all that is sacred.
The Quartet: For the Sacred Dimensions.
Thia: Alright, what's the plan?
[[Finish the prior adventure]]
[[Vote on a new proposition]]Enam: We could finish our last adventure. Although, I don't really remember where we left off.
Isaiah: Well, I had just stopped the Dark Magician's daughter from resurrecting the spirit of her father with a fire blast from -
Matthew: No, no. You TRIED to stop the Dark Magician's daughter, but your fire blast was way off the mark! You threw that pine cone like a girl!
Thia: HEY!
Matthew: ...you threw that pine cone like a baby!
Enam: I don't know. Have you ever seen a baby whip food across the kitchen when you try to feed it blended peas for the first time?
Isaiah: It wasn't that bad! It was an old pinecone. It was dry so I couldn't throw it as well for a fireball! Anyway, where the heck were you guys? I'm the wizard. Enam, you're supposed to be the greatest archer in all known dimensions.
Enam: The daughter petrified with a me curse remember?
Thia: Nah, the neighbor's shitzu petrified you from behind the fence. That's some powerful magic, scaredy cat.
Matthew: Ha, she got you too!
Enam: Whatever, why don't we just [[create a new adventure?->Vote on a new proposition]]
Isaiah: Let's do it!
//Everyone gathers around Thia, who pulls a small notebook out of her toolbelt.//
Matthew: Alright. As cleric you need to consult with the God of the Dimensions to figure out our new mission!
//Thia thumbs through her notebook//
Thia: Ok. We could do a wizard storyline? Normal people are scared of them and we convince them that Isaiah is a [[good wizard?]]Enam: Nah, man, wizards can turn shoot fire out their finger tips and buttholes and stuff or turn you into like - frogs and stuff. I'd be scared of them too. That storyline is played out!
Thia: Hm. True, true.
Isaiah: I have never farted a fireball!
Thia: But, the point is you could - think of all the burnt butt hair.
//Thia giggles//
Matthew: Thia, that's gross. What if we learn that Enam has something special about him that's why he's such a great archer?
Enam: I like that idea!
//Isaiah and Matthew grunt in approval//
Thia: That's our basis then. Let's free wheel it!
//Everyone mounts their bikes//
Thia: We've got about a half hour before the street lights turn on. [[Let's do this.]]//The quartet of adventurers ride down the street laughing and joking. Their tattered capes billowing behind them in the wind. The cleric, the wizard, the warrior, and the archer of River Hills Cul de Sac - The Guardians of the Seven Sacred Dimensions.//
''FIN''