A Monk’s Tale. Review

A Monk’s Tale.

I arrived in the human city of Freeport with nothing more than the small amount

of food I carried and a short letter of introduction to Master Paub. Many in the

world of Norrath prize their earthly possessions, but I have learned that spiritual

possessions are more important. Thus I was to begin my studies on the rigorous

and holy path of the Monk.

Although it was quite difficult to get my bearings at first, I was able

to find the house of the Ashen Order with the aid of a primitive map. I found

Master Paub on the second floor, quietly contemplating the wisdom of Quelliuos

The Tranquil, the deity who provides the divine inspiration for both the order

I was about to adopt and my life’s work.

Master Paub seemed pleasantly surprised to see me and gave me an unexpectedly

warm greeting. With little ceremony, he swore me into the Order of the Ashen

Hand and instructed me in its basic precepts. He could tell I was serious.

While I had joined a tranquil order, the world of Norrath is a less than

peaceful place. Even between my fellow humans, strife is common, and there are

a dozen intelligent races (including several types of elves, trolls, gnomes,

and others) that live and die in varying states of conflict. And as many races

as there are, there are even more religions questing for the souls of their

followers – or those of others.

Thus, the mind and body must become a potent weapon, as both an aid to

spirituality as well as a means to make the world a better place. To this end,

Master Paub directed me to Velon Torresk, the trainer for new initiates.

After some basic instruction in the martial arts, Brother Velon gave me

a small quest to prove my devotion. Outside the Western gates of Freeport, the

world is in a state of chaos. I was instructed to bring back the fang of one

of the menacing serpents of the area, a bone from the unholy dead that sometimes

walk at night, and the scalp of a Deathfist Pawn, the lowliest and weakest of

the orcs of Clan Deathfist.

I left the gates nervously, and almost immediately found myself faced with

a rodent of unusual size. My skills were put to the test, and I was found to

be worthy this time, dispatching the rat while only receiving moderate wounds.

With newfound confidence, I boldly attacked more rats, my skills improving just

a little each time.

But fate is not always kind, and

a Deathfist Pawn spotted me and attacked. Although weak by orcish standards,

he was more than a match for me. He was able to kill me before I could make

it back to the protection of the city guards.

Fortunately, death is not permanent in Norrath. With some small loss of

experience, I continued my training, a bit more wary this time. Eventually,

after much practice, it was the Pawns who would run from me, and I was able

to slay not just one, but several. Having also obtained Brother Velon’s other

items (all the while becoming more skilled and devoted), I returned to the Order

to receive my reward: the white training sash of the initiate.

I wear that belt with pride, and I have learned a new type of round kick,

but Brother Vaugn has more for me to do in this world and has assigned me a

more daunting task before I can earn my yellow sash. I pray that I am worthy.