Overview
In its day, Saint Tyna's convent ran like clockwork, and the prioress surely never lacked novices: a dowryless third daughter, or a girl giving her parents grief and 'needing some discipline', would find herself sent to Saint Tyna's.
Then came the plague, and with it a flood of pilgrims — some begging the saint's protection, others already sick and begging the saint for aid; the sisters labored themselves raw nursing the ill... until no one remained. They say every pilgrim died, and the nuns with them; convent and woods fell silent. But not for long...