- Character Page: http://us.blizzard.com/diablo3/characters/monk.xml
- Male Model: http://us.media.blizzard.com/diablo3/_flash/animations/monk-male.swf
- Female Model: http://us.media.blizzard.com/diablo3/_flash/animations/monk-female.swf
- Gameplay Video: http://us.blizzard.com/diablo3/media/movies/monkgameplay.xml
- Trailer: http://us.blizzard.com/diablo3/media/movies/monk.xml
- Abd al-Hazir Journal Entry: 0032
The Monk uses the Spirit System. The Monk can use normal attacks or combo skills to build spirit, which can then be spent for other Monk skills. True Spirit is the only known trait to enhance spirit for the Monk.
The last weeks of autumn had settled upon Ivgorod, and the first breath of winter had crept into the air. As night fell and the sun dipped below the horizon, I was all too grateful to take refuge in a tavern. As I entered, I noted a certain tension in the room. Despite the hour, it was not busy, with only scattered, small groups huddled at the tables around the edges of the room. The benches at the center of the room were empty except for one man.
The man seemed ignorant of the cold. He was dressed like a beggar, wearing little more than an orange sheet wound around his body, leaving half of his chest exposed. A garland of large wooden beads hung around his thick neck. His head was completely shaved, with the exception of a wild bushy beard. Then, recognition struck me: upon his forehead he had a tattoo of two red dots, one larger than the other. As any informed student of the peoples and cultures of this world must also realize, this man was one of the monks of Ivgorod, the secretive and reclusive holy warriors of the country.
I had heard countless fantastic stories about the monks, tales that were surely the beneficiary of significant embellishment. The monks’ skin, the accounts said, was as hard as iron, impenetrable by the blade of any sword or by the point of any arrow, and their fists could break stone as easily as you or I would snap a twig. Though the unassuming man before me seemed miles away from what I had heard and read of the monks, I approached cautiously, sliding down onto the bench across from him, eager to take his measure. He beckoned me forward with a small wave of his hand.
"Ah, a soul brave enough to sit with me. Come, friend."
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