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Many entered the monastery as children, sent to live there when their parents died, when food couldn’t be found to support them, or in return for some kindness that the monks had performed for their families. The monks who live there seek personal perfection through contemplation and rigorous training. Small walled cloisters dot the landscapes of the worlds of D&D, tiny refuges from the flow of ordinary life, where time seems to stand still. As they gain experience, their martial training and their mastery of ki gives them more power over their bodies and the bodies of their foes. Using this energy, monks channel uncanny speed and strength into their unarmed strikes. Monks harness this power within themselves to create magical effects and exceed their bodies’ physical capabilities, and some of their special attacks can hinder the flow of ki in their opponents. This energy is an element of the magic that suffuses the multiverse-specifically, the element that flows through living bodies. Monks make careful study of a magical energy that most monastic traditions call ki. Whether channeled as a striking display of combat prowess or a subtler focus of defensive ability and speed, this energy infuses all that a monk does. Whatever their discipline, monks are united in their ability to magically harness the energy that flows in their bodies. She slides her blade free of its cloth-wrapped scabbard and peers through the open window at the tyrant prince, so vulnerable in the grip of sleep. Moving with the silence of the night, a black-clad halfling steps into a shadow beneath an arch and emerges from another inky shadow on a balcony a stone’s throw away.

As the first charging orcs reach him, he exhales and a blast of fire roars from his mouth, engulfing his foes. Taking a deep breath, a human covered in tattoos settles into a battle stance.

She whirls among them, knocking their blows aside and sending them reeling, until at last she stands alone. Her fists a blur as they deflect an incoming hail of arrows, a half-elf springs over a barricade and throws herself into the massed ranks of hobgoblins on the other side.

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