Excerpts from ancient tome Titled assorted tales from around the world, found in the Library of Loki, Trickster God.
The legend speaks of a tall slender figure, in some stories an elf, though it is never quite clear. The one thing that is always same in all of the collected text is that he is quite clearly a monk. The other thing that seems to hold true for all stories is that he never utters a single word. The thing that entrances most scholars is that these stories appear all over the world through all recorded histories
In the most ancient of legends he appears as a lone traveler on a road or just around a corner. He would appear in times of great strife and turmoil, some times disappearing for centuries, once the danger had passed. He would approach travelers, scholars, soldiers… any and all whom it seemed the world knew nothing about. He would show them where they needed to be. In some stories he would encourage the subject to seek training or a long journey with no certain end. Without fail the people would undertake these journeys as if compelled by some unknown force. Many of the stories are of course lost to time, and the fates of those involved are left unknown.
Over time the stories of the monk have drifted beyond myth and legend. Some clans still tell stories of an ancestor that met a traveler and decided to change their path through the cosmos. Most now think of these stories as mere morality tales, with no basis in reality. What they don’t know is that he is real.
The monk known in some tongues as The Ageless one is branded into the subconscious of every single living being on this planet, whether they know it or not. While he is not divine he is empowered to change the flow of history it seems. Always showing up when the world is at a precipice. His presence changes the people he interacts with. They become focused, if they are unguided. They become driven, if they are uninspired. They become the best they can possibly be to change the tides of wars and famines.
Letter from General Saran’an Yelnan to his wife Keyphine
Dear we are returning home. It is with a heavy heart I tell you of the prince’s death. We were set upon by what seemed like an army of trolls…their numbers in the hundreds. Of course the Prince fought with bravery; his mind still on the monk of legend. Of course we still need to find a way to feed our people. I have sent emissaries to the other kingdoms in search of aid, but I do not know if anything will come of it. Our allies are still trying to recover themselves. We may not succeed or even safely return home, but I want you tell our children the story that stole our prince so they can understand its price.
Around a curve in a road if you are walking at just the right time, it is said, you might find yourself face to face with a tall robed figure. It is not death, but a chance to save your people. With great speed he will meet you and give you a vision or a thought of where you need to go to stop the turmoil of the age. Here there is a choice; the strong will take up the challenge laid down regardless of potential risk. As quick as he appears he is gone. No trace left.
The scholars think this is a morality tale to teach the young to make the right choice in life. To seek out strength. Or the path is the one you set within yourself. It is more than that, it is truth. I could see it in the prince’s eyes.
A list of collected tools for those looking to seek him out by Wizard DeathBeard:
Here a large number of lines have been marked out, only one line is legible
-Don’t, if you seek him out you will find nothing.
Collected facts about the monk:
Tall maybe 6 feet tall…tall for an elf
Faster than an arrow or any land animal..seems to me to be the foolish ramblings of a peasant
In some stories seems to almost teleport… maybe some magic there
Some stories an elf, others are non-descript…No reason not to believe this
Always silent except the voice in your head…always seems familiar
Always turns up in times of strife..almost a certainty if real
Never appears for more than one person at a time it seems… no accounts of more than one witness.
Seems to desire peace above all else…again almost a certainty
No trace left after encounter…maybe they didn’t look hard enough