With Cedric directing, Truro shimmied to the left door, which led to a corridor, at the bottom of which was a travelator. “Uh-oh!” said Dan in alarm. “It’s the Corridor of Blades!” “WHAT WAS THAT YOU SAID?” called Truro in alarm. “The Corridor of Blades!” repeated Dan. “Move to the right, quickly!” It was a blessing Truro moved, because a blade skimmed in the left wall. But, they couldn’t sigh a breath of relief just yet, for a blade appeared in the right wall, and Truro shot back to the left. This continued until, they found themselves beside a portal. Carlos guided Truro into it, and then they found Truro in a deserted room with a table. On it was a vial of potion, and some grapes. “Truro, drop the sock. It’s useless now.” Treguard said. Truro gladly discarded the sock, and put the grapes in the knapsack. Then, he picked up the vial of potion, with Hordriss’ label on it, and called “MALEFACT!” three times. At once, Hordriss the Confuser appeared. Truro held up the vial. “Oh. I say! You really know how to honour a bargain, Truro.” he said, admirably. “Now, as promised, one will gift you some magic. The spell I gift is called RETURN. You may need that for the end. Now, on your way and god speed!” “Thank you.” Truro replied, and made his way, with help from Cedric, to an opening. The path ahead could be seen through the Eyeshield. “Root and Fen, master! I’m getting tunnel vision!” said Pickle, suddenly. “You silly sprite! We’re travelling down a corridor, not in a tunnel!” Treguard scoffed. Carlos and Carlnados stifled their laughter and Cedric coughed. Dan shook his head. “Tunnel Vision indeed!” he muttered. Truro vanished form the Corridor, through yet another portal, and the team found him in yet another causeway puzzle room. At the start of the puzzle, Truro noticed a scroll. “Could you pick it up and read what it says?” asked Carlos. “Yes.” replied Truro, picking up the scroll and reading it. “Oh dear. It says ‘To avoid consonant peril, obey the wise old vowel!’” (Mwak! Mwak! Mwak! Mwak!) “The clue’s in the scroll, so it’s the path of vowels we need.” deduced Dan. “Now you’ve established that, I’d get moving if I were you.” suggested Treguard. Once again, the team directed Truro to the other side. First O, followed by I, then E, then A and finally U. Whoosh! Truro passed through the portal and ended up on a ship. “Listen, team. I’d recognise this ship anywhere. It’s Captain Nemanour’s ship. The Cloudwalker!” said Pickle, suddenly. “Quite so, Pickle, quite so! Just a minute. What’s that by your feet, Truro?” asked  Treguard. “Ah. It’s a spyglass. Lord Fear must have a wide network of spyglasses!” replied Truro, picking up the spyglass and holding it up in front of the Eyeshield. The image of Lord Fear, or should I say phizzog, appeared. The alarms were blaring in his chamber on Mt Fear. “Ooh, your Lordships! Wha…whassat bloomin’ noise?” came a strangled cry. It came from Sylvester Hands (or Sly Hands), one of Lord Fear’s henchmen. “It’s the Level 3 alarm, you imbecile. That stuck up prat, Truro, has already penetrated Level 3. I’m surprised he survived the Corridor of Blades. Damnation!” came a disgruntled reply as Lord Fear stood up and paced around his Pool of Harassity. “We know he’s after the Sword, but he’ll have to deal with me first. Fat chance if he hasn’t got a FREEZE spell.” “Which he hasn’t!” said Sly. “Precisely, Sly.” Lord Fear said. “Now…ah. Intruder Alert. Someone’s spying on me with a spyglass…” “Quick, Truro! Throw it aside!” called Dan. Truro threw the spyglass aside, to avoid severe toasting. At that moment, Nemanour appeared. “You there! Don’t you know how dangerous it is to leave spyglasses lying around?” he barked. “Sorry!” apologised Truro. “Now. Are you on the side of Fear?” asked Nemanour. “Absolutely not. I’m against Fear. Treguard sent me.” Truro replied. “Treguard sent you. Aha. Then you are a dungeoneer, yes?” “That’s right.” “Ha, ha! Then, I believe you boy. What is your name?” “Truro.” “Truro! Well, if you are on the side of Treguard, and you’re a dungeoneer, you must be on a quest. What is it that you seek?” “Truro, tell Nemanour that you are on the quest for the Sword of Freedom.” Dan said. So, Truro did. “I see, I see. Well, you scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours. Through the next portal is a chamber, within lies my lightning rod. I use it to dispel oncoming storms. It was taken from me by the servants of Fear, and they laid a curse on me, meaning I can never leave my ship. However, if you were to retrieve it for me, I shall help you get to the next stage.” Nemanour explained. Truro agreed to carry out this task. “Very well. I shall await your arrival with interest!” said Nemanour, finally. The team directed Truro to the portal which led to the chamber in question. The only trouble was that there was a spider’s web above. No sooner had Truro found the lightning rod, when the occupant of the web, Ariadne, appeared. Rapidly, the team directed Truro to the doorway, which took him back to the Cloudwalker. Nemanour was pacing back and forth on the deck, when he saw Truro. “Ah, Truro…and my lightning rod! I thank you. And now, to the final chambers! Spellcasting: W-I-N-D!” The sky darkened, the wind howled, the Cloudwalker moved and before you could say “Golly Fluff!”, the team found Truro in a room with a table. The life force clock appeared and showed condition red. On the table was a string of sausages, which Truro put in the knapsack. Also on the table was a bottle with the word ‘Shield’ on it. “Master. Is that a Shield potion I see before me?” enquired Pickle. “It IS a Shield potion, Pickle.” Treguard replied. “Listen, team. This Shield potion, will provide you with a forcefield when consumed, but you can use it in only one chamber. Still, it’s a very handy thing to have in times of great peril.” “Might as well take it.” said Truro, picking up the bottle. Cedric directed Truro to the portal, and this led to the final chamber. And there, to the left of Truro, in an anvil, was the Sword of Freedom. To the right of him was a throne. Just then, came a flash of lightning and Lord Fear appeared on the throne. “Ah, Truro. Welcome to the final dungeon! The play den of Fear. Now the Sword is right there, but of course, you can’t get it without getting swatted with a fireball.” he laughed. “Truro, take the Shield Potion!” called Carlos. Truro pulled the cork out of the bottle and drank the potion. At once, a blue bubble surrounded Truro and the first fireball disintegrated. After nine more, the shield was still going strong. “If you’d care to do the honours, Dan.” called Truro. “My pleasure,” replied Dan. “Spellcasting: F-R-E-E-Z-E!” As Truro removed the Sword from the anvil, the FREEZE spell started to take effect. Pretty soon, his legs were encased in ice. “What’s this? No! It can’t be! Damn you, Truro! You destroyed my unbeaten…” raged Lord Fear, but his sentence was cut short as he got completely encased by ice. “You have the sword, team. But now, you have to find a way out!” said Treguard. “Oh no, master! There IS no way out!” panicked Pickle. “Oh yes, there is!” said Dan. “Spellcasting: R-E-T-U-R-N!” At that moment, Truro rose from the chamber, through the levels and back into the antechamber, sword in hand. “He’s done it, Master! The Sword of Freedom is ours!” cheered Pickle. “Indeed, Pickle. Well, off with his helmet.” said Treguard. Pickle removed the helmet from Truro, who gave the Sword of Freedom to Treguard. “Here we are.” he said. Dan and Carlos relieved Truro of the knapsack and Eyeshield as Treguard called for Hordriss. Hordriss appeared in the magic mirror. “Who calls?” “Hordriss.” Treguard said. “Ah…Treguard…and Truro…and the Sword of Freedom?” said Hordriss, slowly. “Bless me, a winning quest at last! I’ll be right there!” In a flash of light, Hordriss appeared. “My congratulations to one and all. Revalanti!” With a flash of light, five trophies appeared. “These are merely mementoes, but your names and pictures in our Hall of Fame, where seldom few appear.” explained Hordriss. “I wonder how Lord Fear is taking all this?” asked Dan. “Not too well, one suspects. Would you care to see?” “Yes, Hordriss.” replied Treguard. “Very well. Revelanti!” said Hordriss again, pointing to the mirror. The mirror now showed Lord Fear back in his room in Mount Fear, still encased from his shoulders to his feet in ice. “W-where is he? W-where is h-he?!” he shivered in rage. Then, he looked straight ahead. “Ah…T-truro! Gloating, are we? Happy you beat me, are you? Atchoo!” “Well, I did say ‘Prepare to lose’, now didn’t I?” said Truro. “And you did!” “I think it’s safe to say that your unbeaten record has officially ended!” added Treguard. “Atchoo! Well, just you wait! I’ll start a new record, and next time, Treguard, your dungeoneers won’t be so lucky! GOBLIN FODDER TO YOU ALL!” roared Lord Fear, his line of ‘To You All’ echoed throughout Mount Fear, followed by an almighty sneeze. The mirror cleared. “Talk about a temper tantrum!” said Dan, resizing the Tardizord. Carlos, Cedric and Carlnados went inside. Truro and Dan shook hands with Pickle and Treguard. “The Sword of Freedom will be something that Lord Fear won’t be having back in a while!” said Dan. “Look after it.” added Truro. “We will.” said Pickle. “We’ve been long overdue a win, so thank you very much.” added Treguard. “You’re welcome. Now, it’s time we were off!” said Dan, finally. Both he and Truro entered the Tardizord with their trophies, shut the door, and Treguard, Pickle and Hordriss looked on as the Tardizord vanished.