RP:Training To Be The Wizard Of Gains
This is a Mage's Guild RP.
Summary: Enelys takes it upon herself to do a little training.
Mage's Training Center, Mage Tower, Xalious
Enelys walked around the training room of the mages guild and considered her options. She wondered if perhaps she should take up a spear or a sword and ingrain within herself discipline. However, the truth was, she could barely lift one. Seeing the monks in their robes and smocks not only toned, but athletically disciplined, she wondered if there were perhaps other ways of building her endurance and resistance. She’s prefer not to engage in melee spars if she would be tag dolled across the room. So first she would need to build up a little muscle.
Later on while the tiny mage girl was walking about she could hear the grunts and smell the sweat of exertion coming from somewhere nearby. The guards, the monks, and several villagers appeared to be exercising with a field of equipment. Where Enelys came from, there were holidays and festivals where drunken laborers competed to lift stones, and this reminded her of the apparent futility of that. However there was something they had she was lacking. They were buff. Really buff, men, women, working class, trained magicians even- all of them rippling in muscle and corded with sinew like their bodies were made of live wires wrapped around the bone.
Enelys was aware that the body was controlled by the nervous system, and that itself was merely a network fo small electrical shocks and impulses, waves sent by triggers in the brain. These people were full of electricity. The passion, the fervor, the fury- the flames of their souls were alive and burning bright within them. To discipline her mind, to grow magical strength and deepen her reserves, to forge her will power and fortitude into the weapons of mass destruction she needed, she came to the conclusion that first her body would have to be trained as well. The mind was a muscle, and just like any other muscle, to fill herself with an inner strength and magical fury, she would need to train. Hard.
Like never before she saw a path of difficulty before her. Long nights and days were ahead. But nothing would stand in the way of her dream to become the ultimate mage. She was Enelys, the lightning rose, and her will would be absolute, her power grand and arcane like divine would rule over this land under her hand, her might, an iron fist and a steel will. So it would begin.
Enelys approached one of the gym rats or monkeys. She watched almost from afar but became rather curious about how and why it all happened. Watching the cords of muscle ripple and sway. The beads of sweat and intense tightened brows concentrating. Mental exercise for her was often draining in the way one could sit and drive past hunger and thirst in pursuit of knowledge. It seemed a similar kind of exhaustion here in search of Gains.
At first she tried to imitate them. She would follow their ways lifting the weights. That seemed like the easiest or perhaps most simple way to start. The odd sort of wedges shaped items they were lifting were heavier than she thought they would be at first and she ended up dropping several. But some were lined with lead or filled with lead shot or even iron cores. Those she could use smartly. By generating the current through her body and out her pores she could manipulate the magnetic properties and lessen the weight. This caused strain on her mind a bit but it shared the strain of her arms and hands so it seemed the most efficient way to train.
She began with the equipment she would later learn were called “Halteres”, the wedge shaped weights with handles some were using for balance and thrust for long jumps. This was an interesting prospect but it wounding have to be explored later, for now she had to focus on lifting the weights. Starting out with the smallest lead cases ones she could find, she began an alternate lifting pattern that seemed at first to be rather pathetic. It seemed more like she would hav ego focus at first on slowly lifting bags filled with gradually increasing degrees of the led shot used to fill other weights and that would have to do for now.
It wasn’t long before Enelys was wondering how to train her legs. There was no simple way to do this, it would seem, except perhaps by weighing herself down with varying degrees of lead weight and then lifting with her legs, but that could risk a total body collapse if she were to over exert herself. Enelys settled eventually for laying on her back, in a rather embarrassing position, though no one else seemed to mind it, and several others were already using it for lifting other types of weights. By placing the bags of shot on her feet, or tying them to rings around her ankles, she could slowly lift and then release the weight back towards her own body.
Only once did she nearly drop or fumble the ankle and leg weights, ending in a puff of breath as she felt as if she’d caved in her chest. It turns out bags of lead weight slamming two feet into your breast felt... not pleasant. This was going to be an extraordinarily humbling and yet pride inducing experience. For the whole day she sat and trained, stood and trained, even at open point contemplated running with the weight. But that would have to wait for another day.
The next morning Enelys could already feel it. Her impending death. Doom. Demise. The reaper waited for her. Mentally and physically drained, exhausted in ways she didn’t previously think possible, the tiny mage spent the day mostly resting in bed and drinking away. Later on that day she would learn about calories, muscle shaping, weight loss and weight gain, everything the books and to teach her. She would grow stronger. For the rest of the week she would return to the exercise equipment and ask questions, pester members, ask about all kinds of exercise forms and equipment, and she would train, train, train, train. Nothing could stop her. She would show the world her strength.