Grimdark smacks the Acid Golem with his huge greataxe, but it keeps on coming. He darts an almost panicked look over his left shoulder to see another Acid Golem detaching itself from the wall. Huge and knobbly with green holes for eyes and huge hands it reaches for the barbarian. Treebeard saves his bacon by conjuring more ivy tendrils that wrap around the second golem’s legs, slowing it while Grimdark deals with the first.

‘Die, die, die, die!’ Grimdark yells as he rhythmically pounds the stone creature with his axe. The creature reaches and grabs him, its stone fingers gripping into the barbarians tree-trunk like arms.

‘Heal me, Tree Man.’

Treebeard grunts. He’s got his own problems. The ivy clad second golem has now identified the druid as enemy number one and is lumbering towards him, snapping off ivy roots as he goes. With a mystic word, Treeboard conjures up his wolf, miraculously reborn. The canine leaps at the golem but hardly slows it down. Reaching into his inventory, Treebeard pulls out a knobbly club, technically known as a Shillelagh. It glows green with pleasing gold swirls coming off it, so I know it is magically enhanced. Treebeard leaps forward, raises his club and rains violence upon the shambling stone monster.

In front of him, Grimdark reaches down and snatches the golem’s hand away from his muscle with a ‘how dare you!’ Then he follows up by jamming the head of his axe into the things stomach. I see dust and pebbles fall away and Grimdark has made a hole in the beast. Then it spits acid into his eyes. The barbarian reels back, screaming and dabbing at his eyes with his left hand, his greataxe lolling uselessly in his right. ‘Heal me, Tree Man!’

With a mighty thwack, Treebeard smashes down his club and knocks off his golem’s right arm. The wolf is still at it, worrying and biting. I see for the first time the wolf’s teeth are in iridescent blue, like the shimmering light inside the mineral labradorite. That must be the druid spell Magic Fang. It’s making a difference too as the wolf has half chewed through the golem’s mighty leg. Treebeard turns and flashes green healing at the barbarian. He mutters some words and renews the Acid Resist spell too, though it can hardly have lapsed so early.

Refreshed, Grimdark returns to the attack. One, two, three and four blows and the golem crumbles into a heap of rocks on the floor.

Treebeard and his wolf have dealt with their adversary too. Treebeard leans down and tickles his pet on the chin. The wolf seems to like that because it wags its tail. Grimdark is jubilant. ‘Yes, yes and yes. We kill stone mofos stone dead, yeah?’

‘If you say so.’

‘But great thanks is due to you, Treeman, for your green healing and not least to your shaggy doggy.’ He points at the wolf.

‘It’s a wolf, not a dog.’

‘But both are canine friends, no?’ Grimdark raises a big finger to point and accompanies it with a winning smile.

‘Let’s keep going,’ Treebeard mutters.

‘More xp though, yes? Soon we level again!’

‘I’m a way off the next level.’

‘Me too, but every journey begins with a small step, or two dead golems. Am I right?’ His still laughing until he sees a woollen dolly lying on the passage floor in front of them as they turn round the corner. I know this one.

Grimdark points. ‘Dolly!’

‘Yes, it’s bound to be a trap.’ But Grimdark isn’t listening. He bounds forward, axe tucked under his armpit while he reaches down and snatches for the doll in one smooth swoop. That triggers the trap mechanism and steel ribbons shoot out to wrap around his ankles and hold him in place while the acid shower starts overhead, drenching him in hydrochloric.

‘Oww, yow, yow; this burn bad.’

Treebeard throws him a heal.

‘If you didn’t have my Acid Resist, you’d be dead.’

‘And my mighty skill Bloat, to engorge my hit points.’

‘I’m not sure that’s the right use of the word engorge.’

‘Okay, just get me from under here.’

Treebeard goes as far forward as is safe, motioning for the wolf to sit behind him. He rubs his chin while the barbarian suffers chemical burns. ‘Not sure how to get you out of this.’

‘Hurry, heal me.’

Obliginly, Treebeard heals him again, but he’s stumped about the trap.

‘So?’ Grimdark is beginning to look desperate.

‘Really it’s a pity you blew up our rogue.’

‘I no blew up rogue. Was gas.’

‘Yes, and your torch.’

Grimdark shrugs and winces in pain. Even his Bloated hitpoints have to run out at some point. Then Treebeard says, ‘Aha.’ He’s noticed something. He wanders over to the wall and kicks a stone. That was the on/off mechanism cunningly disguised. The acid stops spouting with a wheeze and the steel ribbons go slack. In fact they must be some kind of acid resistant metal, because they would have melted, though maybe that’s just a story flaw.

Treebeard heals Grimdark again and they go forward. They finish off a few more golems and then come out into the large cavern. The path leads to a bridge. Now, I know that this bridge will collapse if three adventurers stand on it at the same time and that when it collapses, it dumps the adventurers into a river of acid, where carnivorous acid loving eels dwell. If they survived they’d find some nice loot at the bottom of the river, including, ironically an Acid Resist potion. Not that anyone does survive it. There’s another way over the river by way of a crystal boat that lies out of sight to the left, but they don’t see that, or see the need for it. Grimdark goes to the little hump-backed brige and peers over into the river. ‘Come, Tree,’ he says pointing. Treebeard joins him. Just one more person on the bridge and it’ll go in.

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They both look into the river.

‘Stinky burny,’ Grimdark says.

‘And green with bubbles.’

‘But the smell is the worst.’

‘It’s acid.’

‘Yes, I know.’

‘Fatal, probably.’

‘Oh yes, if you fell in.’

‘Which we’re not going to.’ Treebeard turns, and clicks his tongue. The wolf, that had been waiting patiently where it had been told to sit when they first peered into the cavern, trots forward. It takes three people to collapse the bridge. I wonder if the wolf is heavy enough. The two adventurers stand on the trapped bridge, Grimdark staring into the river, as if fascinated by the corrosive, green water. ‘Hey, there’s fishes in there.’

‘Fish. The plural of fish is fish.’

‘Fishes.’

‘You don’t say sheeps do you?’

‘Yes.’

Treebeard sighs and calls encouragingly to his wolf who has stopped for some reason about two feet shy of the bridge. Maybe it can sense the trap? ‘Come on, boy.’ The wolf begins forward, steps onto the bridge, and—

—it doesn’t collapse.

Ah, well. It was a nice idea. Then I think of myself. I’m totally invisible to them in Observation Mode. I can’t be interacted with at all, but do I weigh anything? That’s an interesting question. I’ve been standing just before the bridge to the side of the pebble strewn path. I can smell the acrid stench in the air, so I am present here. But do I weigh anything? Only one way to find out. I walk up to the bridge. I need to be quick before they stroll on, even though Grimdark seems enthralled by the darting ribbon shaped Acid Eels. I’m about to step onto the bridge proper, when I hesitate. This would be cheating. They’ve done well for two low level guys, one of whom seems to be an idiot. It wouldn’t be fair to end their adventure by plunging them into the acid river. Not that they’d ever know. They’d just think they’d triggered some trap.

And then I look at them and realise I have invested somehow in their progress. They’re not evil minions of Satanus, they’re just regular adventurers like I was before I got involved in this Holy War thing.

‘Come on, Grimdark, I have to go eat at some point.’ Treebeard steps off the bridge, and my chance is lost. Grimdark follows him and now I couldn’t collapse the bridge, even if I wanted to.

They follow the stony trail out of the cavern. There are some bits of loot and Treebeard picks up an Acid Resist potion. He tosses the tiny crystal bottle to Grimdark. ‘Here, you’ll need this when I’m gone.’

‘You go?’ Grimdark catches the bottle but looks puzzled anyway.

Treebeard shakes his head. ‘Come on. I don’t have all day.’

The theme of this level is the Acid Alchemist, who is Bernard. He has a bunch of Iron Golems constructing some weird magic stuff down here and eventually, when Grimdark and Treebeard blunder into his chambers, he’s ready with his speech.

‘Who goes there?’ He calls as the two adventurers enter.

Bernard is going to be a tough one to beat because he has his Alchemical Rune Sword and as many potions as he cares to quaff. The only limit on his power seems to be the potion cool-down time. Grimdark sees the shabby alchemist and yells, ‘Time to die, freak!’

All ideas of a fancy boss speech forgotten, Bernard yells, ‘Hey, who you calling a freak?’ He draws the Runesword out of its scabbard and calls to the Iron Golems. The great iron machines stand silent in the corners of the room. There are four of them. As they begin to move the wolf barks and snarls at them. Treebeard casts his ivy spell and it binds the legs of the nearest Iron Golem. He catches it just as it starts to step out and it overbalances and comes crashing down face first on the stone floor. There is the sound of breaking machinery and the thing lies writhing in mechanical spasms on the ground. But there are still some more of them. A flask hurtles through the air and breaks on the ground in front of the adventurers. Clouds of white smoke billow out, obscuring what’s going on. This is one of Bernard’s tricks. I know he has some special goggles that he puts on to see through the smoke, so he’ll be wearing those now. He can see, but the adventurer’s can’t.

Then a coruscating trail indicates where one of Bernard’s Flasks of Light is coming at them. ‘Move,’ yells Grimdark and shoves Treebeard as the flask explodes where they were standing. Those flasks blind and do damage so they’re best avoided. Treebeard mutters some words and a sweet breeze springs up, driving away the cloud to reveal a be-goggled Bernard, rune sword glittering in hand, advancing.

There are still three golems left. Scratch that: two. Grimdark chops a golem behind its right knee and hamstrings it so it goes a clatter to lie on top of its stricken brother.

‘These Golems piss easy,’ Grimdark yells and runs after the closest of the remaining two. Bernard is advancing on him, sword up. Grimdark smashes another golem’s leg and Bernard slashes him on the naked back with his runesword. I see a flood of red as the Bleed Rune engages, there is also a Dazzle rune and Grimdark’s go to his blinded eyes. There’s also a Fascination Rune and soon Grimdark is under its influence and rooted to the spot. He’s going to die soon. I hear Bernard cackle and raise his sword for the killing blow.

Behind him, Treebeard yells, ‘Eat wood, alchemist?’ and a stream of wooden splinters shoots across the distance between them striking Bernard who bleeds and reels away, clutching his chest, screaming, ‘You scoundrel!’

Grimdark breaks free from the power of the Fascination Rune and, still blind swings his greataxe, missing Bernard but nearly hitting Treebeard who’s run across. Luckily no friendly fire is allowed in Camelot, so the druid is unharmed. Bernard lunges at the druid, fascinating, blinding and bleeding him, but bad for him, he’s stepped into the arc of Grimdark’s wildly swinging axe and he gets the blade full in the chest with a thud. Bernard gulps down a blue healing potion but Treebeard fires more splinters and Bernard falls backwards, dead.

‘What the…’ Treebeard grunts as an Iron Golem picks him up by his green hair, swings him round and splats him against the stone wall.

Grimdark becomes suddenly sighted and rubbing his eyes, takes in the carnage. Bernard and Treebeard both shimmer for a while as silent ghosts then vanish. There are two golems left. Silently and expertly, Grimdark chops them down then stands there, panting, leaning on his axe, his ginger braids drenched in sweat, sweat beading on his brow. ‘Well, well, well,’ he says, then sees the loot chest.

He wanders over to it almost casually. He must think he’s alone now, though I’m still here. He opens the chest with a musical chord and a rain of gold and silver sparkles. Inside is gold, silver, jewels, pearls, the works. There are also two or three fifty-sip blue healing potions in the loot chest. He takes those too, but the main loot is the Hazidic Magic Mirrors. They stand silently in the corners of Bernard’s room. One in the north west and one in the south east corner. They’re draped in dirty sheets so he might not realise they are something worthwhile. But he does. Grimdark strolls over to the north west one and lifts the sheet.

‘Curiouser and curiouser,’ he says and gingerly leans forward and puts out a big finger to touch the silvered glass. His finger goes through the glass. ‘Well, well, well,’ he says again and puts his hand intot he mirror and wiggles it around. Unbeknown to him there is a lump under the sheet coming from the mirror in the opposite corner, but he can’t see that because his back is turned.

‘Ah well,’ he says and lifts his foot to step into the mirror. As his body disappears from this mirror it emerges from the other, covered in a sheet which he pushes out of the way. He comes out laughing. ‘Well, I’ll be damned.’ Then he looks at them, wondering how he’s going to carry the mirrors home and whether they will fit into his inventory.

As he’s considering this, his eye is caught by a door in the far wall. He scratches his head. ‘I thought this was the end of the dungeon,’ he says to himself then casually walks over to the door. He turns the crystal doorknob and opens the door to reveal stairs down.

This is the level of the holy warrior, Fitheach the Saint. Even I haven’t explored this level properly.

With a grin, mirrors forgotten, Grimdark takes his greataxe in both hands and steps down the stairs.