Selphia's Attempt (Training)

[Selphia Dek]

The library was the best place to study, but to try things, to try new things like charms and how to made a stone wiggle, perhaps. Selphia had been staring at the stone upon the floor for sometime. The only time that it moved was when her finger poked it, and she whispered for it to move. Nothing happened that time. Now she sat within the folds of a large oak chair still staring at a stone. It had yet to do anything of interest to her like move. She sighed, as she leaned her elbows upon the table before her. Bringing her nose down toward the table until it touched the stone ever so slightly.

~Why won’t you move? ~

Her eyes closed tightly. She would softly whispered a few words and wait, one eye opened, nothing. Then the other opened, followed by a rather exasperated sigh. She was not going to get the tilt of mage anytime soon, if at all. She had managed to set a small fire in the field back home. But that had gone out of control and burnt nearly all the land of the eastern banks of the city. She had been promised to focus her thoughts. But it was hard and exhausting. At the moment she was beyond tired. Her sleeping was not getting any better, and she was always restless.

Furrowing her brow at the stone as she pushed herself up off the table. Perhaps she had need to just start smaller, like try and move a pebble. Slowly she could feel the tug in her belly as she became frustrated with herself and the silly stone that sat before her. It was not long before a dull pain was felt in her left temple. A slight panic then filled her as she tried to think of a happy place, strange as it sounded it worked, but at this moment it was failing her.

She uttered over and over the same word. The old language in what she spoke from time to time, namely when this spells occurred often worked. But when she could not concentrate upon her thoughts other others came quickly and rapidly. Making her a little unstable. Her whispers was exchanged with a forceful druid word for flowery meadow, which at that moment had been directed outward. The stone shot off the table and across the room with such speed and force that it cleared a bookcase and went through a window.

Selphia’s eyes opened just at that moment when the glass shattered. Her hands covered her mouth as she sank back into her chair, knowing what this meant.

[Merlin Emrys]

A good first training post Selphia- you have achieved the rank of novice! I like how you started with something small to introduce her. Remember to challenge yourself next training post, either with something more difficult or a different aspect of your magic. (Continue all of your training in this thread.)

[Selphia Dek]

Today Selphia found herself within the library. Staring at books. Not reading just staring at them. She liked books in fact she loved them. She would often take several to her room and read them until she was finished with them. But that was a good while back. These days’ books seemed to frighten her. The knowledge within them seemed to become permanent within her mind. And these days she was feeling the pressure of too much in her head. Between voices and thoughts, it was a trying time for her. Her headaches were becoming more frequent in the last few days. She would ask if there was someone she could see about them. But at present her main task for the day was her training.

She sat at a long solid oak table. Fine piece of craftsmanship it was, sooth and sturdy. Someone had taken great time and effort to craft such a table. Her fingers stretched out against the wood. Her pale gaze locked upon each digit as she gave thought to what she wished to do. She would not move the pebble again; she did not want more windows broken. That brought the reason why she was in the library. Working off her debt to replace the window.

Today she would concentrate upon the books before her. She blinked a couple times and slowly stood. Concentrating, always concentrating to keep the voices out. She stood and staggered, only because her skirt snagged between the table leg and the chair as she pushed it in. She would take the books upon the table and make her way to one of the isles. Three in total were curled into her slender arms. She walked slowly and with somewhat of a sway to her hips as she read the tilt of the first book. A soft grumble about the text before she looked to the spot that the book belonged, several rows just above her reach.

She would stand back and look at the book. Then study the places she wished for it to go. This would take great concentration. For whatever reason that Selphia felt that when she spoke old Latin she was about to focus on her tasks. It was strange, well actually very odd, seeing that one needed full attention on the task at hand, but in Selphia’s case she had to keep the thoughts and voices of those out. So concentrating without speaking seemed to not work for her.

At first the words came in soft utterances. A word spoken over and over a few times then thought within her head to the point that her lips were the only thing to moved, and no sound erupted from them, until she changed the word. Her thoughts trying to project where she wished the book to go. She had sat at the table for about an hour looking at it, feeling it, touching the binding about it. She knew ever inch of the book and could vaguely picture it in her mind. Her eyes closed and her words echoed within her. Slowly her gaze would open and drop to the book in her hand. Concentrating that it was as light as a feather. Within seconds the book felt extremely light in her hand. The moment of truth came and she relinquished her hold on it.

The book hung for a time bobbing before her. She continued to focus upon the book, picturing it upon the shelf. Her thoughts acted like webbing that covered the books. Slowly working through the binding and around the book itself. The second book then left her hand just as the first book bobble its’ way to the shelf. Slowly it moved against the other books upon the shelf, wedging itself between them. She had thought she might have to give it a mental thumb to get it fully in. But it wedged it pretty good.

The second book was already heading to the shelf just above the first book. This time it moved a lot quicker as she was rather excited with herself that it was working. Sure these were only books, but she could not begin to think of what she might be able to move once she got the hang of levitating things. The book high the top shelf with that thumb she had been thinking about. It was then that the third book rose sharply into the air and struck the shelf with such force that the entire bookcase moved. It was at that moment that Selphia’s hand jetted out toward the book as if this would stop it, slow it down, do something. She gasped, and in that moment, the third books shot to the ceiling of the library and came flying back down. It hit the top of the bookcase once again, causing it to teeter.

“Ohhhhhh…” She gasped, her thoughts projected outward just as her hands moved to grasp the bookcase to stop it from moving. A energy burst from her hands at the moment she made contact with it. It shot away from her. All the books fell forward, the bookcase splintered under the energy that she had accidental released. “no…” she uttered, her hands moved to her mouth, covering it before she did any further damage. Her pale gaze darted about at the mess before her.

Books littered the floor, still intact, though the bookcase was not.

[Merlin Emrys]

A brilliant second post Selphia, you have reached the level of Apprentice- congrats!

[Selphia Dek]

The forest was of one of the best places to do some of her training. The library being the first, but since she had two mishaps, she had then been asked to study elsewhere until the library was put back into it’s correct order. Selphia had offered to help in the replacing of books in their rightful places, but was told by the librarian that she was not needed at that time. Selphia decided to take her lessons outside.

The day was a bit chilly, so Selphia opted to wear a heavier robe. Her hood was pulled forward so that it warded off the wind. She could feel the cold nipping at her as she continued along on one of the many trails. Her pale gaze lifted toward the canopy over head. She noted just how thick the over hang was becoming. It was at thing stage of events that she would look for a clearing. Her gaze would drop and scan the area about her looking for a spot to start her lesson.

She brought with a small pouch containing several medium size stones. Taking the pouch out from under her robes and settling them upon the ground next to her. It was at this time that she would venture a few strides away from her selected spot. Collecting a few sticks for use. She would then head back to her pouch and settle upon the ground in a kneeling position. She untied the pouch and emptying its contents upon the ground before her. She would then set the stones about her in a small circle. The sticks she collected would carefully be placed against the stones so that she was about to start a small controlled fire. The way things had gone in the library; she hoped that she could not have any misfortune this time.

She took extra care when she struck two stones together to create a spark. A few strikes were all that it took to gain that spark and a small flame erupted. The orange yellow flame was quick to ignite against the dry sticks that she had collected. Rubbing her hands together as she cast a gaze about the area. She was completely alone. The only sound that could be heard was two birds situated in a tree nearby.

Closing her eyes, her lips parted, and arms went to side as she started to utter a few Latin words, until she was fully engulfed in the language in its entirety. The words uttered turned to chanting. Repeating the words until they soon formed phrases, until she just moved her lips, and nothing could be heard. Her chanting turned inward as she placed her hands over the flames. A strange energy seemed to filter in and around her, as if it were a wind, and yet it only touched the flame. The flame flickered and twisted in an unnatural way that it seemed to stretch toward the heavens.

Her hands moved toward the flame as it danced before her. Her eyes slowly opened, revealing that the iris of her eyes had changed from pale blue to a shocking white. It was at that stage that she could hear the soft utterances of voices within the flame. She would remain still, her lips still moving.

Sometimes it was voices and other times it was flashes of images. But today it was indeed strange. For within the flame there seemed to be the flickering forms of people she was unsure if she knew. The flames grew higher as she uttered her small prayer. When she finally stopped the flames billowed about 6 feet in the air before her.

A chill raced down her spine, and through to her limbs before it settled within her fingertips. Her pale gaze stared straight into the flames as they danced before an image that of a dragon jetted forth through the flames as if it were trying to break free of the fire and enter Avalon. A loud roar echoed within Selphia’s head. A ripple of pain moved across the front of her brow as she remained kneeling before the fire, her hands stretched out at the sides. It was then that the dragon’s image faded and a face as clear as day came forth, but only for a brief and chilling moment. The name whispered upon it was one she had never heard before…..~Amborsius …..Aurelianus~ only to be followed by the word Pendragon~

It was then that Selphia broke quickly from the flames and threw to the side. Unable to catch her breath for a time. Her hands clutched handfuls of earth within them, and she was bent over staring at the ground. Wondering just what this all meant.

[Merlin Emrys]

Another good post Selphia, I like how you used the medium of fire for her premonitions and how you saw the dragon as well. Well done! You have now achieved the level of Caster!

Perhaps in your next training session you could use other characters and advance your magic to a more difficult level. I look forward to reading your post

[Selphia Dek]

(I am sorry that this post is so long. It got away from me ;D)

Sleep, sleep, sleep…. why did sleep always seem to be the one thing that Selphia had trouble with. Sure there were elements of her life that were wildly out of balance. But sleep should not be one of them. The last few months’ strange things seemed to be occurring within her sleep, namely the nightmares. People without faces, strange beasts lurking about. Their warm breathe barreling down upon her while she sleep, or so she thought. The fireplace in the corner of her room was stoked with a fire that would keep a small house warm. Selphia’s slender, pale form lay upon the bed with the sheets scattered about her. Her arms lied at her sides, her head supported by a firm pillow. Long pale locks fanned about her head across the pillow and down across her shoulders.

Should someone look upon her they might have had to give her a shake. For her pale sickly form could have passed for someone who had slipped into the great beyond. With shallow breaths she slept, a rather deep sleep that she rarely awoke from, especially during full moons. There was some strange pull with her and the moon. She had thought to ask someone about the Guild about it, but she had yet to gain anyone’s confidence to feel comfortable about asking any type of question.

The temperature in the room dropped. The fire though it burned seemed to burn cold. As strange as it was, the strangest of thing occurred next. A soft mist filtered through the room. Billowing through the window and across the floor to where Selphia slept. A soft utterance came from Selphia. Old Latin words, the same as always, a habit of hers’.

The flames flickered against the white stone of the hearth. Reaching out into the room before they pulled back and shot up into the flute of the chimney. The flames that billowed orange-yellow turned a pale and eerie bluish white. Strangely enough the blue flame burned hotter. Which in turn made the room unfavorable. Selphia did not wake; she remained asleep upon her bed. Her sleep restless as a soft smattering of sweet forged upon her flesh. Her breathing had increase gradually, as did her heart rate. Her muscles tightened then relaxed, causing her to twitch a bit here and there. Her eyes remained close, suggesting that she was still asleep.

The room seemed to shrink away. Darkness enveloping the room as the fire erupted from the hearth. A soft creak was heard then quick breathing. The sound of a steady and strong heartbeat pulsated through the darkness. The room fell away and there was silence. Slowly the soft sound of footfalls could be heard. Bare feet against what sounded like stone. The steps quickened, moving at the count of ten, and then pausing, only to repeat this pattern several times. The breathing became more haggard as the walking turned to running.

The soft utterance of voices echoed through the darkness. It was not long before the light slowly returned. Seeing nothing at first but an empty hall, narrow and washed with faded bluish light. Heavy steps soon echo, closer, closer they come. The running stops and there is silence, except for the heavy footsteps. It is not long before the footsteps fade, as they appear to move away.

An archway of a door comes into view. It is a strange door. Who does it belong to? It is not long before a slender hand stretches out through the blue light and touched the door. Strange markings etched into the wood. It is a door belonging to someone of importance, or so it would feel. Odd, that a door would release such a feeling. The hand presses firmly to the door, it should be locked but it opens with the easy of a single push.

Access is gained, and the blue light fades once again. Within the room there is little that is to be noted. There is a table along with some chairs, all the fixings that a room would have to make one comfortable. In the further resses of the room there is a bed. It is large, and looks cozy. A form sleeps within it. It is hard to make out through the darkness to see just who it is.

Soft, carefully placed steps are taken toward the bed. The soft glint of something silver reflects off the light from the hearth that holds a fire burning a brilliant blue in the hearth. The light ebbs across the floor to the lone figure that stands at the foot of the bed. The darkness fades and the room is bathed in pale blue light. The form that sleep within the bed is a man, no a young man…the whispers of a disembodied voice echo softly into the room. It is the same voice that spoke in the forest.

~Pendragon~

Selphia stands looking at the sleeping form of Prince Arthur. Her eyes widen as her hand that holds the dagger rises, and moved toward the sleeping Prince. The voices erupt into a scream.

Selphia’s pale eyes turned to a brilliant blue as she startles awake. Her heart pounding, the sweet pouring off her body as she looks about herself. The comfort of her room, yes that was what she would look for to anchor her. She would roll to one side to get to her feet, but it at this time that she realizes that she in not in her bed, in fact she is no longer in her bed chamber. She is standing in the middle of a darkened hallway. Not even one that is familiar to her. She looked about and sees that she is not at all in the Inn. She was in one of the many hallways of the castle standing in her deep red nightdress. Her long pale locks in disarray about her shoulders as she turned herself about several times to try and figure out where she was.

It is at this time the heavy footsteps return. She spins about to see just what it is. A large frame of a knight stands glaring at her. His eyes scan her petite sickly form. His gaze is curious if not suspicious as he wonders just who she is, and where she came from.

“What are you doing in the servant’s wing at this hour?” his voice is harsh, and full of annoyance. He will have to report this to his superior. And that would take a while, and it would make his hopes of getting to his bed early a dream. He cursed under his breath, as he looked her over carefully. She had yet to reply. He was about to ask the question again when he noted the same glint at her side. “Hold steady girl. What is that in your hand?”

Selphia looked at the knight afraid to move, let alone speak. Her pale eyes searched the knight’s face. This was not going to be ease to explain for Selphia has no idea as to how she got here. “I was…coming form the kitchen after eating an apple.” She told him, hoping he would believe her. “I got turned about…. lost mostly…as I am new here.”

The knight continued to look her over. Listening to her explain. Was he tired or perhaps he did not care as to why she was here. No one was able to breach the castle walls, not without someone seeing them. Surely the girl’s story was true and she was in fact lost. “Well you best get back to your room before you get into further trouble.”

Selphia quickly nodded. Looking about her to get some type of bearing. She did not know where she was, or where to go. She nervously cleared her throat and asked the knight where she was. He explained that she was outside of Merlin’s chamber door. Then gave her direction to where she was to head.

Selphia stood for a time and looked at the knife in her hand, then to the door across from her. Her pale gaze narrowing in question as to what was happening here.

~I don’t understand any of this.~ She uttered as she pried herself away from Merlin’s door.

[Merlin Emrys]

(Sorry I took a while to accept this, I've been packing/travelling home this week, but I'm back now!) This is your best post so far Selphia, I really liked the idea and it was very well written (especially the beginning half) You have now reached the level of Magician!

There's only one more level to go before you reach Mage. In that post you carry out your training session with Merlin (who you'll have permission to RP) More infro can be found in the guild threads, but PM me if you want more detail.

[Selphia Dek]

(this is a work in progress, if it is heading in the wrong direction could i get a helpful hand to aid me in the right one)


The nights were upon the most part wakeful. Selphia had seen a man at one of the local apothecary shops about a sleeping agent. Some nights it worked and others it made her stomach turn. Bringing the concoction up and lying awake the rest of the night. She had taken to sitting upon the windowsill and staring at the moon, that was only when it was out and not covered by clouds. These last few days the skies were darker, it seemed. It seemed on nights were it rained she managed to gain a few hours sleep to the one or two that she actually got. It seemed that things were getting worst. Her dreams were turning into nightmares. But for the most part she spent her nights tossing and turning.

Tonight her thoughts racing; they always raced. It was getting harder and harder for her to control them. She had to focus all the time to keep the voices at bay. Everyone seemed to have so much on their minds that it was becoming overwhelming at times for Selphia to even be in a room with more then two people at a time. She lay upon her bed this night. Having spent a good portion of the night restless. She opted to drink a herbal tea laced with the sleeping draft that she had been given. Her eyes were shut, her hands rested neatly against her chest. Her pale locks fanned out against the pillow. If someone were to look upon her in that particular moment she would look as if she was dead. Her ghostly appearance was unsettling as it was.

This night the moon was strange. It hung low in the sky, large and full. Its usually brilliant luminous form, had exchanged its white light for pale blue. Its energies seemed to be flowing freely as it was. Selphia could feel its pull. She heard the whispers, soft at first then slowly they became louder. Soft muffled murmurs escaped her pursed lips. She seemed to be struggling to stay asleep, at least to a watchful eye it did. In truth she was deeply asleep. Her lips parted from time to time, soft inaudible words came from her. They changed from everyone speech to old Latin to an entirely different and foreign language all together.

Her thoughts raced and she felt her energies build. What was going on? Her arms moved to her sides, palms pressing into the bed, while her fingers curled up in the blankets. Her eyes remained closed, as her eyes darted from side to side. Was she dreaming? It had been some time since had dreamed. She had thought the sleeping draught would block them out. Since coming to Camelot they had become far more potent, yet fewer.

She felt a strong draw inward. Like something, a strong energy was pulling at her from the inside. A warm tingling sensation came over her as she lay there. Her body tensed, and then softened as if recognizing



(to be continued)

[Selphia Dek]

~Done~

The nights were upon the most part wakeful. Selphia had seen a man at one of the local apothecary shops about a sleeping agent. Some nights it worked and others it made her stomach turn. Bringing the concoction up and lying awake the rest of the night. She had taken to sitting upon the windowsill and staring at the moon, that was only when it was out and not covered by clouds. These last few days the skies were darker, it seemed. It seemed on nights were it rained she managed to gain a few hours sleep to the one or two that she actually got. It seemed that things were getting worst. Her dreams were turning into nightmares. But for the most part she spent her nights tossing and turning.

Tonight her thoughts racing; they always raced. It was getting harder and harder for her to control them. She had to focus all the time to keep the voices at bay. Everyone seemed to have so much on their minds that it was becoming overwhelming at times for Selphia to even be in a room with more then two people at a time. She lay upon her bed this night. Having spent a good portion of the night restless. She opted to drink a herbal tea laced with the sleeping draft that she had been given. Her eyes were shut, her hands rested neatly against her chest. Her pale locks fanned out against the pillow. If someone were to look upon her in that particular moment she would look as if she was dead. Her ghostly appearance was unsettling as it was.

This night the moon was strange. It hung low in the sky, large and full. Its usually brilliant luminous form, exchanged its white light for pale blue. Its energies seemed to be flowing freely as it was. Selphia could feel its pull. She heard the whispers, soft at first then slowly they became louder. Soft muffled murmurs escaped her pursed lips. She seemed to be struggling to stay asleep, at least to a watchful eye it did. In truth she was deeply asleep. Her lips parted from time to time, soft inaudible words came from her. They changed from everyone speech to old Latin to an entirely different and foreign language all together.

Her thoughts raced and she felt her energies build. What was going on? Her arms moved to her sides, palms pressing into the bed, while her fingers curled up in the blankets. Her eyes remained closed, as her eyes darted from side to side. Was she dreaming? It had been some time since had dreamed. She had thought the sleeping draught would block them out. Since coming to Camelot they had become far more potent, yet fewer.

She felt a strong draw inward. Like a strong energy was pulling at her from within. A warm tingling sensation came over her as she lay there. Her body tensed, and then softened as if recognizing the feeling. Her body trembled as she lies within the bed. A soft whisper escaped her lips. It was often that she would speak in riddles through her sleep. Her brother often thought it a dangerous thing for Selphia to sleep, for she did not know what she uttered half the time while she slept. Spells of the utmost power could be woven without her knowing. But Selphia had complete control of such things. Or at least she hoped.

The fire in the hearth stirred, as if a great wind had entered the room and fanned it. Creating bigger flames, while the element of magic was woven within it. The flames once red, changed to a pale blue, matching that of the moon. The flames billowed about the hearth before its unnatural flames licked against the stones, and up the wall. It would stretch out into her, almost touching the very bed that she slept in. Her lips would continue their soft chanting until the magic was sowed. Energies moving from her room through out the entire castle. It moved through air, wood, even stone. There was nothing that could contain it.

Selphia’s telekinetic abilities grew as she remained focused upon her chanting. For whatever reason, she continued. As if in a dream state the whispers grew and filtered through her chamber, moving as if to catch up to the flames as they danced about her room and moved beyond. It moved as if it had purpose, as if it was searching for something or someone. It would move unseen by the naked eye; only one trained to see it would take note of it. It would move in ripples of energy as it found Merlin’s door. Moving against the oak door as if to test its strength. The energy billows into the room, surrounding Merlin’s bed. Waiting for something, it lingers.

The words that Selphia utters seem to filter into Merlin’s room. Whispers filled his ears, not waking him, but lulling him to stay asleep. Repeating over and over, reinforcing the magic that it weaved. It would cover Merlin like a blanket. Alerting his subconscious to its presence. It was no threat as it worked itself about Merlin. It would pull at him, willing him to move, and yet not wake. It would attach to Merlin’s inner being. With a sharp tug, he might feel pressure, only to have it change to a heat in he core of his stomach, like butterflies. In this moment the energy seem to recoil back the way it had come. Transporting Merlin’s corporal body through the blue flames of Selphia’s conjuring. The blue flames wrapping themselves about his unaware form.

It would be a matter of seconds in transporting him from one place to another. If his eyes opened he would see the sudden appear of a vast forest. It was no forest known to any of them. Selphia felt that it was familiar, but could not place it. Was it Camelot, it had to be.

The blue flames danced about Merlin’s form as it came to a halt. Settling him upon the dirt floor before her. Her own form was here, or was this entirely a different plane. She did not know if she stood here. She felt the dirt beneath her feet. Curling her foots up and then releasing them. The cool earth upon her warm flesh was a nice break, but it did not last long.

Here in the center of the woods Selphia stood. Blood flame billowing about her as she stood there. It was not long before the flames cast heavily upon Selphia, only to flare up when Selphia’s emotions flickered. The power and energy seemed to course through her, so much that she cast her arms aside, the flames responded to her and whipped back and up. The image behind her was that of a large Dragon, corporal as well, yet its energies felt real, far more real then anything that Selphia had felt before.

~ Si mi wer mitne di time, wer bringer di martivir, ekess irisv vi nation toren unto coinah, si mi coita irisvar, coita savior, pendragon, wer last. ~

(Translated from Dracon)

I am the light of time, the bringer of peace, to heal a nation toren unto itself, I am its healer, its savior, Pendragon, the last.

Large wings stretched up and back behind Selphia. Her mane of pale locks flared about her slender form, lifting as if an imaginary wind played about her. Her eyes were a brilliant bluish white, glowing with that same blue light that the moon held.

As these words are spoken a great energy travels at Merlin. Sending him back to his room. If he wakes there he will think it a dream. Selphia on the other hand stood within the center of the woods. The energies within her dried up. Collapsing due to exhaustion.

[Merlin Emrys]

Congratulations Selphia- you are now our very first psychic mage!. This was a brilliant final post. It was very well written, and I liked how Merlin was the one that Selphia's magic was affecting, and not just an observer, which was very original. Well done again!