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For the Hellfire Monk, see Monk (Hellfire).
For the Assassin build, see Monk (Assassin build).
Monk-male

Male Monk

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The Monk is the fourth Diablo III class to be revealed. Monks are religious, spiritual warriors on the side of Good raised to be pure reflections of their deities through their fighting techniques. The class was announced at Blizzcon 2009 and was playable in the Diablo III demo at the event. Only the male Monk was playable at Blizzcon. The class seems to be focused on martial arts and speed. He was shown in a cinematic trailer in which he used great martial prowess to defeat a group of Dark Cultists and a demon using his staff, skills and bare hands. The Monk was inspired by Pen & Paper RPGs, but also by fighting games. Fragile and fast, it is the opposite of the Template:3. Being part of a highly structured theocratic society, they spend much of their time meditating.

The Monk is another strongly East Asian-oriented character class, although with Eastern European influence mixed heavily as well. Unlike the Wizard, the Monk does not originate from Xiansai.

Background

The Monk comes from the monastic city of Ivgorod. Monks are taken at a young age into the monastery where they learn the skills needed to complete their quest: vanquishing all evil from Sanctuary. Their beliefs are animist, a god being in everything: air, water, fire etc. Monks are taught meditation so that they can remove sins and temptation from their minds and souls.

Lore

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"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."

Food was placed before me, but I had little hunger for it, focusing instead on recording the details of the monk's life. He told me of his belief in the existence of a thousand and one gods, gods he believed could be found in all things: the fire in the hearth, the water in the river and the air that we breathed. Pretty enough for a story, perhaps. But any reasoned individual must surely, as I did, scoff at such a view of the world as little more than superstition. He went on to describe his intense mental and physical training, his unending quest to hone his mind and body into an instrument of divine justice. Though I do wonder for what need his thousand gods would require a mortal man to implement their will. When I asked him why he did not carry a sword or, indeed, any weapon at all, he simply replied, "My body is my weapon." Then raising his hand and tapping his forehead, he added, "As is my mind."

Most unexpectedly, I would be treated to a display of this mastery.

A group of men approached our table, knocking my book to the floor and shoving me out of the way, producing knives and other weapons as they advanced. They were focused only on the solitary figure of the monk seated across from me. I scrabbled beneath the table, having an inkling of what was to come. I watched as at some unseen signal, they attacked.

Without rising from his seat, the monk met the first man's lunging slash, grabbing his wrist and tossing him carelessly over his shoulder, throwing him into a table with a loud crash. The suddenness of the monk's attack momentarily stunned the men, and as they stood there, he rose.

That was when chaos broke out.

The monk was a fluid mass of restrained energy, meeting every attack with hardly a moment's distress. He fought with hands and feet in a way I had never seen before. In my days, I have witnessed my share of drunken bar brawls, but this was something else altogether. The sound of bones crunching with each of his strikes mixed with something I could not quite believe: the monk was laughing as he fought. One by one, he dispatched his foes until only one remained.

That one picked up a chair and hurled it toward the monk. The monk swung his arm forward and struck the incoming projectile, meeting the solid oak of the chair with his closed fist. The wood broke apart, splinters filling the air as the shattered pieces of the stool fell harmlessly to the ground around him.

"You don't fool me, demon," the monk spat. He pulled his arms back to his sides, then extended his hands before him and began to chant. A nimbus of white light appeared around his head, growing larger and more intense until it completely encompassed the monk’s body. He roared, and the light blew outward. As it washed over the other man, his skin peeled away, revealing a red-skinned demon beneath and threw the creature through the front doors of the tavern.

The monk hurtled forward, but his individual movements were too fast for my eyes to track. It seemed as though there were seven of him raining blows upon the demon from every side. Staggered, the demon stumbled. The monk grabbed the demon by the neck, grinning as he pulled his free arm back, crackling energy glowing on his open hand. He shoved his palm forward, and when it struck the demon, its body exploded: muscle, skin and bones tore apart, and the smell of burning flesh filled the air.

I would not have believed it if I had not seen it with my own two eyes. It seems the stories of these peerless warriors might not have been as exaggerated as I first thought.
"-Abd al-Hazir

Skills

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Monk Spirit Orb

Many of the Monk's offensive skills are unique in the sense that they each have three separate attacks that are triggered in stages. As a result, the Monk can combo the "stages" of different skills into unique chains of martial arts abilities. Monk's skills focus on Holy energy and ancestral knowledge, these two facts being evidenced by the color palette of the skills which combines white, silver, gold and blue and the runes which appear on the ground when the Monk uses certain skills. The runes also mark the area in which the skill take effect.

The Monk's Skill Trees are yet to be named, though they have been given the names Skill Tree A,B, and C by Blizzard.

So far, only a few of the Monk's skills have been officially released and named: Template:D3 skills

Video

Diablo 3 Monk Trailer Blizzcon 200903:07

Diablo 3 Monk Trailer Blizzcon 2009

Diablo 3 Monk Gameplay Blizzcon 200901:16

Diablo 3 Monk Gameplay Blizzcon 2009

Announcement Trailer Gameplay Trailer
Diablo 3 Monk Full Gameplay Trailer Blizzcon 09 HQ HD12:00

Diablo 3 Monk Full Gameplay Trailer Blizzcon 09 HQ HD

Extended Gameplay Video

Gallery

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