#warrior monk

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Baby Monk {Osferth}

Summary: You save the Baby Monk from Finan’s constant teasing 

Osferth x fem!reader

Word count: 859

Warnings: Nothing :)

“Finan, leave him alone.” Your voice sounded as you approached the two men. Finan could often be found poking fun at the warrior-monk, and to your dismay the ladder accepting it. 

“Must you always take the fun out of it?” Finan asked with a groan, turning to face you. You smiled slightly, patting the man on the shoulder before nodding your head in the direction of the others who were setting up camp. 

“Uhtred is looking for you.” You told the man, Finan leaving without another word. You turned your attention to Osferth, a small sigh slipping past your lips. “You shouldn’t let Finan mock you so much.” You told him, making Osferth look at you shocked. Normally when you would tell Finan to leave him alone, you would go after him and never give Osferth a second glance. It was no joke between the others that Osferth had feelings for you. The others found it entertaining, you thought it was cute when his face would burn bright when you would talk to him. 

“It makes him happy.” Osferth spoke quietly, looking down to the leaves under his feet. 

“Does it make you happy?” You asked, cranking your neck so he would look at you. “Osferth, just because others find joy in something, doesn’t mean you should always allow it.” You told him, giving him a small smile when he finally met your eyes. “Finan is a great man, and he finds humor where he can… don’t allow yourself to be on the wrong end of his jokes.” You turned to walk away from the man, leaving him to dwell on your words when he called after you. 

“(Y/N)?” You hummed as you glanced over your shoulder at him. “Why are you being nice to me?” If your heart could shatter upon hearing mere words you were sure it would have. 

“Us bastards should stick together.” You finally said, a small laugh leaving your lips as you offered your hand to him. “If I didn’t have Sihtric growing up… well let’s just say you have many people around that look at you like a little brother now, and I’m afraid I have been a little cold towards you.” You never knew how to take Osferth’s crush on you. Never had anyone looked at you with pink cheeks, stuttering over their words as they spoke to you. Your brother, Sihtric, found joy in the fact that someone had finally made you nervous, even if he was a Christian man. Sihtric hated the idea of marrying you off, it was his responsibility since you had no one else, but he also knew you had the soul of a warrior. 

You had been alongside Sihtric your entire lives, and when he swore to serve Uhtred, you followed your brother. Finan had joined your little band of warriors after him and Uhtred had been saved from the slavers, and Osferth was the last to join. You didn’t have high hopes for the monk when he first joined Uhtred’s service, he had no experience with a sword, and had never witnessed a battle. You assumed he would have died quickly, but he surprised you. 

“You haven’t been cold towards me.” Osferth told you finally, moving his hand from yours so he could situate the two of you so you were linking arms instead. “I just assumed you didn’t like me.” He told you truthfully. 

“I’m afraid that is far from the truth.” you didn’t intend to say it outloud, but the words had spilled from your lips before you could take them back. 

“Really?” The grin of his face was enough to make any woman weak in the knees. 

“Yes, really.” You told him, a smile to match his falling upon you. “I’m afraid I’m not great with emotions.” You said, looking from him and back to the trees that surrounded the two of you as you walked. “So being around you has sometimes made me nervous.” 

“I make you nervous?” Osferth asked, making you roll your eyes at his new found ego. 

“If you’re going to start teasing like Finan, maybe I should stop intervening to save you the trouble.” 

“Forgive me, (Y/N). I just can’t find it in myself to believe that a warrior like yourself would like a monk.” Osferth told you truthfully, his head bowing as he spoke. You pulled him to a stop, tilting your chin to meet his gaze as you smiled softly. 

“I may not care for your God Osferth, but that does not mean I cannot care for you.” You told him, leaning up slightly and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Now,” You cleared your throat to admire his pink cheeks slightly. “The others are waiting for us.” You told him, stepping away from him to continue the walk back to the rest of the group. 

Osferth watched you walk away, his mouth slightly agape. He could feel the heat radiating off his face, which made it even worse knowing he had to go back to face the others like this. “Come along baby Monk!” You called, not looking over your shoulder. 

“Coming!” 

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Wow the real Victoria dallon do u have any tips for warrior monks

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Warrior Monk

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November 19

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Warrior Monk Almost Archetype

So, in the interest of Not Forgetting, I'm going to recount what I did this morning;

Struck by sudden inspiration, my brain conjured up the half-formed spectre of a new Monk archetype for Pathfinder 1e. I then proceeded to tell some of my friends about the idea, and with help from them, to spend a couple hours banging it into a rough shape that could probably be further hammered into a playable design if I was not literally sick and tired right now. The basic premise we ended up working out was as follows.

Warrior Monk - An archetype loosely based around the concept of, "You ever notice how Monks get all these cool weapons that they can use, but never will because their bare hands are better?"

As such, the Warrior Monk loses Unarmed Strike, Stunning Fist, and scaling unarmed damage.

Instead, they start out having Improved Critical with monk weapons.

They count as having Improved Unarmed strike for the purposes of taking feats, and may use such feats while wielding monk weapons, including if that feat requires an empty hand.

There was discussion of replacing Catch Off-Guard and Throw Anything in the bonus feats, but we didn't come up with anything to replace them with. I currently consider them left as-is.

At 4th, when they get their Ki Pool, they can spend a point to enchant their weapons like a Magus can with their Arcane Pool, except that the Warrior Monk doesn't get access to Speed or Keen, but instead to Repositioning and Heartseeker, and because those are melee-only, to Returning and Anchoring as well.

They also lose having unarmed strikes count as magic at 4th level (since they have another way to make their attacks magical).

Starting at 7th level, however, they do get a new set of "ki strike" effects as long as they have a ki point remaining.

At 7th level, monk weapons they wield deal damage to incorporeal creatures as though they had the Ghost Touch ability.

At 10th level, their monk weapons are also treated as lawful weapons for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction.

At 16th level, whenever a Warrior Monk scores a critical hit with a monk weapon, it causes any Regeneration the target of that attack possesses to stop functioning, as though it had been hit with an appropriate damage type.

(Yes, that one got fleshed out.)

It needs a lot more polish, definitely some playtesting, and I haven't even tried to adapt this for Unchained, but there's probably enough meat here that someone could turn it into a fully-fledged archetype. Not me, though. At least not now. I'm too goddamn tired.

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Yalbdalite Warrior Monk - Templar of Light

Yalbdalite warrior monks are Force-sensitive warriors who serve the Church of Yalbdalaoth by fighting against the forces of the Thalnyaric Legion, better known as the Forceless Collective. They also serve as bodyguards for the Church’s priests and bishops.

While their claimed allegiances and color choices may remind some of Jedi, they are far from the ideal image of Jedi. Some who’ve been subject to the Church’s “charity” have claimed that many of the warrior monks are little more than zealous thugs in robes who have massacred entire groups of people under the pretense of being possessed by the Thalynaric Legion and carried out extra-judicial executions for supposedly defying the Church’s doctrines.

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Edred once again being a goldmine of expressions

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Thinking abt the air nomads:

What if, after the war, once the dust has settled a little, Aang goes back to travelling, hoping that maybe he can find at least some trace of surviving airbenders. As an added bonus, he gets to do more of the exploring and wandering that he had to put on hold.

Toph goes with him ofc. She only just got a taste of real freedom and it was overshadowed by ever-present impending doom. While she's on speaking terms with her parents, she isnt quite ready to be back under their roof on a permanent basis. The rest of the gaang have their individual homes and responsibilities that they get back to, though they join for the odd field trip or adventure when they can.

So anyway, they're touring all over the world and over the years they notice just how displaced so many people have become. EK citizens who barely escaped the blaze but lost everything; FN military now decommissioned with no idea how to carry on; people looking for a new start in the hard-won peace. Maybe it starts with Toph heading back to Earth Rumble, where a group of young runaways scrounge for cheap fights to make a little money.

At each turn they find more and more people with no homes to return to and no family to protect them; runaways escaping the roles the war forced them into. Gradually, Aang and Toph start to see that they aren't so different from themselves. They just want a new start.

So they decide to give them one. They clean up the temples and set up villages in the surrounding areas (helps to be master earthbenders), where people can arrive and stay as long as they need. Travellers and refugees pass through in droves, sometimes choosing to stay and rebuild their lives there, sometimes continuing in their wandering with a guarantee that they'll always have a place to return to should they have the need.

Over time, the lemurs grow in number and even some flying bison calfs (hybrids with a relative species maybe?), can be seen in the skies. Whenever the founders visit, it isn't the same but Aang feels a little more at home.

The first time someone asks Aang to teach him his philosophies, and expresses his desire to become a monk, how can he refuse? Maybe it's a former soldier, somebody who's done terrible things, looking for a path to redemption. So Aang teaches him, and then he teaches others. And though they may not be airbenders, they are as earnest and faithful as any nun or monk Aang knew before. The temples become filled with new faces: Firebenders, Earthbenders, Waterbenders and non-benders all wearing Air nomad orange and yellow.

Aang always feared that it would be his responsibility to have airbender children, and the idea of forcing that on someone he loved terrified him. Maybe that's why he waited so long before acting on his feelings for his best friend, his travelling companion, his fellow-village builder and temple-restorer. How could they have a truly happy relationship with this pressure hanging over them? He wishes he could be content with the new way of things that he and his friends have created. But he knows that he can't be the last airbender forever...

Nobody knows why some children can bend the elements and others can't. Is it blood? Is it blessing? Is it the land in which you're born? Or is it the simple allocation of fates decided by the values and norms you're raised believing in? Is it enough to be surrounded by the culture and beliefs of the Air Nomads? Nobody knows...

All they know is that nobody sees it coming when the six-year-old daughter of two non-bender villagers from the Earth Kingdom and Northern Water Tribe sends herself flying twelve feet into the air with a sneeze.

[saffronscales]

this is artificer and she is babysitting monk and survivor. she’s a little rusty and sometimes she lets them play with explosives but overall she’s handling it rlly well and I’m so proud of her ❤️

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