My name is Grimbar Telomatorgul...or so they tell me. I don't remember. I don't know. But not knowing and then finding is the path of true Monk. My path....the path of Grimbar Telomatorgol.

Almost two weeks ago I woke up in the presence of cousins Taryn and Kaywen. I had a head injury. I had amnesia. I had a strange amulet around my neck, a monk's gown, and a gallon of ale. That's all I had---no memory of who I was, where I was from---who my friends or enemies were...nothing. Well, almost nothing. I could remember my technique---not what it was called, but what it did. And that's when I saw the Nunchucku, and the strange map.

We took the map to the Druid council at that location and it was agreed that the three of us would travel north of Trivistatown to a monistary there to see if they knew of me and why I had this map. We gathered provisions and headed out: The druid Kaywen and her pet, Perrin (a large and rather cuddley panther---just not to goblins), Taryn, a half-elf rogue with a fire-breathing bow, and myself, the then unamed "dwarf."

The journey to Trivistatown was rather uneventful---other than those two giant spiders. Thank Tundear (is that my god?) for that "cat," Perrin. That damn half-elf nearly took my head off with one of those flaming arrows. Still, she is rather attractive for a non-dwarf (I may be a monk, but I'm not blind). But we did best those evil anacharids and continued onward.

The folk at Trivistatown and monistary knew me. I was greeted with surprise and warmth. At the monistary they told me my name, Grimbar...it still sounds strange. Still, I'll take their word for it because it makes good sense and they seemed a just and good folk. I wish I could remember their names. Even now I cannot. Perhaps it's not amnesia, perhaps I'm just a daft monk.

It certainly seemed that way when later we were fighting goblins. The map led to an old dwarven area in the mountains which was inhabited by goblins. It seems that a powerful crystal with powers to enhance the skills and ablities of the owner was broken into several shards. I had been sent on a mission to find these shards and return them to a safe place. One of the shards was actually in my amulet, enhancing my martial skills. I was told I inheirted it, but from whom I do not know. I was also told I was an orphan. Wonderful. Now I have "no family" to partner with the "no memory." Still, I do believe there is a reason, a purpose to it all... There was more I was told at the monistary, but it all came so fast, so unorganized---just like the arrows from Taryn's bow.

It was a good thing that woman kept setting the mat under that goblin aflame, or he would have never died. Not like when we fought the psionics and found a piece of the shard. I certainly played the daft monk, hitting more the air than the enemy. Again, Perrin made short work of the pestiliants, and Kaywen did her share. Taryn actually did look quite grand with that bow. Her skill seems to grow with each encounter.

So much more has taken place the past couple of weeks, and I know I should have written more down. But, there, now I've started writing it down and I will continue to do so. Here ends journal entry one of Grimbar Telomatorgol, monk, wanderer, seeker.