small, bald and fierce
human monk 3
PERCEPTION12; INITIATIVE+4; SPD40’
Proficient Saves STR, DEX
Prof: simple weapons, shortswords, herbalism kit, cook’s utensils
bare hands+6, 1d4+4
stick+6, 1d6+4 (2hnd 1d8+4)
An infant, battered, bruised, broken. Left, naked and bleeding on the side of the road. Found by two nuns returning to their monastery. The infant recovered and healed.
Four years old; the child, small for his age, trains with the other children. They call him “kkoma”, runt.
He is beaten often by the biggest children.
Ten years old; kkoma stands over the unconscious form of the biggest bully in the temple. The other children are in shock. They had only seen him beaten. Just now, they saw him dance and weave like the masters, his tormentor unable to land a blow. Now they see him victorious. He bows to the inert body, then returns to his book.
Eighteen years old; his world shaken by portends he cannot articulate or understand, he stands before the abbot.
“Your meditations have brought you to a crossroads, perhaps earlier than we would normally like. As all our initiates, you must continue your search for enlightenment beyond the walls of our temple. But it seems your search will be more directed. You must find the cause of your disquieting insights. May you return to us whole and enlightened.”
He stands at the gate of the small temple, one of several that stand around the Monastery of the Yellow Rose. Other than regular visits to the main monastery, he has not left these walls; this will be his first journey beyond the fields of food and medicinal herbs dedicated to Ilmater. But his path goes away from here; he must carry the serenity of his meditations within his heart. The suffering of others must be ended and that way begins…