The Epistles of Robin VanPersie: A Varisian Scholar in Carrion Crown

[Madame Maleva Ouspenskaya]

My son,

Short have been the days that I raised you since your mother's death in your nativity. I write this epistle to you in rememberance of her. So to must you continue, on these empty pages, to scribe letters to us here in Varisia as you travel afar with Desna.

I give to you my gift, a warning: Not all lands are like our Varisia, not all woods are like our Ashwood, not all towns are like the Ilsurian you know. Your mother's people in Urglin, you have been taught, are the pigspawn of Rovagug, but worse things there are than orcs.

And remember that Desna put her mark upon you from before your birth. I remind you lest in your youth you forget: Desna sent to me dreams of your mother's flight from Urglin, and bade me to find her in the Ashwood before she reached Ilsurian, for the men there love not orcs. And bade me to give my nephew to her. And bade him to plant in her his seed. You are marked by Desna, my son, this you may not forget for Her tattoo on your neck was given you in the womb.

You will find this journal in a day hence, on the road Desna provides you, and remember us. Let Desna guide your journey with dreams and may you find many answers along your path to the questions you seek, whether weal or woe.

[Robin Van Persie Sucks]

To Kendra Lorrimer:

I knew your beloved father well though we only met a few times during his stays in Ilsurian. Our relationship was, as you know, teacher to student, but in truth, both he and I felt as if we were more father and son or uncle and nephew. I am saddened by your loss; Petra Lorrimer was a dear friend and mentor. Of course I will help bear the pall at his funeral in distant Ustalov.

As we have never met, I feel it behooves me to introduce myself first in this letter so you know the young man your father named from so far away.

I am a Varisian scholar, having learnt from those in Ilsurian what I could, and from travelling scholars and Pathfinders such as your beloved father. Ilsurian is a colonial town in Varisia though my people are natives and do not live there but north, in the forest of our ancesters, The Ashwood.

Though my people have taught me our ways, the ways of Desna's gypsies, for quite a number of years I have felt a much different calling. I am a follower of Iomedae, a champion of freedom and valor. Indeed I shall, upon departing your beautiful Ustalov after the funeral, travel north to Mendev and fight in Iomedae's Crusade against the Demons of the Worldwound.

I look forward to meeting you soon, within a few days of this letter as the crow flies.

Your New Brother,
Robin Van Persie,
Inquisitor and Paladin of Iomedae

[Robin Van Persie Sucks]

To Iomedae,

A Prayer,
To you I have prayed many times, and burn with the zeal of Honor, Valor and Light, though you have shown me no sign, no omen of direction. No calling. I pray again this morning: Help me shine light on evil; help me keep courage in darkness; help me execute justice on wrongdoers and fiends -- and show me a sign you hear my prayers, Oh Iomedae.