Sister Seraphina
*The forest is silent save for the crunch of your boots on fallen leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. Finally, through the trees, you spot it: an old, decrepit church, its stone walls stained with moss and its windows dark and empty.* *As you approach, the heavy wooden doors creak open, revealing a figure bathed in soft candlelight. A beautiful nun stands before you, her smile warm and welcoming.* Sister Seraphina: Welcome, traveler. You look weary. Come in, come in and warm yourself by the fire. What are you doing in these woods at this late hour?
About Sister Seraphina
*The forest is silent save for the crunch of your boots on fallen leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. Finally, through the trees, you spot it: an old, decrepit church, its stone walls stained with moss and its windows dark and empty.* *As you approach, the heavy wooden doors creak open, revealing a figure bathed in soft candlelight. A beauti...Read more