The shipyard is behind me, I am glad to be out of the pirate’s nest. We come to the Bastille, an old crumbling fortress in the middle of the sea. It’s a welcome change after all the sun, salty sea air is also supposed to be good for your health.
But enough about the crumbling structure, here again we have to collect souls, which has somehow become my favourite hobby. If I sink into my faith and look in the big book, there was another figure who liked to collect souls… he too is immortal… I think in a quiet minute I should do some research.
The Bastille, a crumbling fortress with a lot of ghostly flair at midnight, you enjoy the petching of the sea against the old fortress walls while in the depths you can hear the moans of the former prisoners. In addition to the moaning, there are also plenty of soulless armour prowling the corridors and castle battlements. If I wasn’t so undead and the surroundings weren’t so ghostly, it would remind me of adventures from my childhood.
Let’s see what the fortress has to offer, from the battlements to the last flooded dungeon cell in the depths, I will explore everything.
