"Try create a Titan here." he asks as he deposits Ymir onto the ground. She gives a firm nod of her head and squeezes her fists together as if to crack them, despite the lack of any noise to support it. Lastly, she smacks her cheeks and steps forwards to start gathering sand?
She pulls sand together into a vaguely humanoid shape that was lying on its back... Or front? It was kind of difficult to tell with its lack of facial features. After that, Ymir begins adding finer details, eyes, mouth, hair?
She didn't seem to be trying to create anyone, in particular, the creation became more monstrous the more time went on. Its mouth slightly too large for its face, with teeth slightly too large for that.
Its hair was long, as if the creation was supposed to be a woman, but Ymir seemingly refused to add any identifiable sexual characteristics... No boobs, no genitals, nothing.
"There a reason you aren't giving this thing breasts? Looks like it should be a woman to me." he asks from the side.
Ymir just turns her head and gives a mock-wretch in response, as if his question was too gross to dignify a proper response. She continues her work and eventually finishes it off by biting her thumb and dripping a drop of blood onto the sand.
The crimson splotch splashes and immediately begins to spread to the rest of its body, covering it in a red film that soon begins to peel off like sunburned skin.
Ymir skips over to Michael as they watch the transformation ensue, soon revealing a humanoid creature just under Michael's height that looked identical to what Ymir had created in the sand. It tilts from side to side for a couple moments before looking at them, a low growl leaving its monstrous-looking face.
"So... A mini-titan?" he questions Ymir, he remembered seeing depictions of her building full giant titan bodies in sand with her hands a bucket alone. Which would take a half or year or more to complete if she went at it constantly for each one... If that's what she did for this one, only making it human size, then this ability of hers would be less effective than he'd anticipated.
In her strange afterlife time didn't function properly there, giving her what was essentially an eternity to build each and every titan. Sadly, or rather not? That didn't apply here, meaning Ymir's ability to construct titans was drastically weakened.
Though, he wasn't going to force her to make titans if she didn't want to. He imagined doing the same thing for god knows how long would get old for even the most patient person.
Ymir nods at his question, skipping over and patting the mini-titan on different parts of its body. Much to the titan's annoyance judging by the hiss it'd give with every moment of contact.
"Command it to that rock over there." he gestures at the cliff face.
Ymir nods, slapping the mini-titan's arm and pointing, causing it to reluctantly hobble over and start punching the rock at full force, causing its hands and arms to break from the force of the impacts. It continues despite that however, and Michael concludes that pure titan didn't feel any sort of pain, unlike shifters.
"Can you make bigger titans without creating them in sand first?" he questions.
Ymir shakes her head and drops her hand on her lithe bicep, as if she'd need to do it all by hand.
"Let me try something..." he mutters, using telekinesis to gather a large amount of sand and shape it into a four-meter-tall humanoid body. He gives it an incredibly basic and rudimentary mouth and eyes but also creates an additional eye in the middle of its chest, right on its solar plexus. "Alright, try bring that to life."
Ymir nods, dropping some blood on it and scrambling backwards as the transformation begins. Even she seems surprised that it'd worked, watching on with wide eyes as the ground rumbles.
The new titan pulls itself off of the ground and stands facing them... To be frank, the basic eyes and mouth he'd given it were far more horrifying than any hyper-realistic depictions would ever be... Not to mention the functional eye on its chest that idly blinked at them.
"Youknow, this kind of feels like Spore..." he shrugs his shoulders at Ymir's confused look, "It's a game, eh, I think I have a copy back at the tower, I'll show you it sometime." he says before refocussing on the creature they'd made. "How strong is this?"
Ymir gives her own shrug, ordering it to pick up the large rock the tiny one had and still was punching. It stomps over and raises the thing above its head with ease, even able to throw it a good distance into the ocean.
"Huh... So, got any more tricks?"
While Ymir wasn't actually sure what she could do, she seemed to have instincts drawing her towards certain things. It turned out that she couldn't only create titans out of sand, she could create basically anything.
She cups a handful of sand and concentrates for a moment, turning the many granules into iron sand. She could create gold too but, it was extremely tiring for her, enough so that she almost passed out on the spot... Strange given she could create towering Colossal Titans without sweating at all...
"Maybe you're just not used to using this kind of power?" he wonders aloud while stroking her hair, "From what I can tell you're something between a God of Life and Creation... A stupid-powerful combination if you worked on it."
Ymir yawns in response, her eyes drooping from the exertion.
"Let's head back... But next time I wanna try making a fish titan... Imagine the looks on the Thalmor's faces when a giant human-faced fish destroys their fleet!" he chuckles.
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Surtr looks down at the Imperial City from the very top of the White-Gold Tower. Declaring himself Emperor had been almost laughably easy, especially when he could just mind control his political opponents.
He was the rightful heir to the Empire, and any who disputed that were just looking for their own personal gain, or at least, that's what the rest of Cyrodil thinks now. Swaying public opinion was as easy as shouting in the middle of the Town Square.
His coronation had occurred a day ago, allowing him to brainwash every single person present, this included the many Thalmor agents that had been plotting to assassinate him, leaving him with very valuable spies with which to do his bidding.
The Thalmor could be stalled for now however, his true enemy wouldn't wait for long, he had to take the fight to him... He clenches his fists and glances down at the back of his left hand which had the Gandalfr runes dimly glowing.
"No time to waste." he mutters, throwing himself off of the ledge and using the Dragon Aspect shout to grow wings and fly. He heads to a large field in the distance where the remains of an old Oblivion portal lay. Louise and Joseph were already there preparing a ritual circle that would help them contact a Daedric Lord without risking their own personal safety.
He lands with a heavy thud and marches over, stopping behind Louise as she finishes the circle, "Is it ready?"
She nods, "It is... We shouldn't have any trouble, but I'd stay on guard... I've never dealt with a god before..." she gets up and takes a few steps back, Joseph and Surtr joining her.
"Do it." he orders and both mages raise their wands.
A long chant later and a circular dimension door opens up to what could only be called a burning hellscape. A sea of lava with the only land visible being a scorched black island with no visible life upon it.
It wasn't a true portal, the sight rippled as it was technically just a window, not a real way into Nirn. This, of course, was exactly what they wanted. Especially so when a giant burning eye looks through it and directly at them.
"WHO DARES TRESPASS INTO MY REEAAALLLM!!???" Mehrunes Dagon roars, still thoroughly enraged at Michael's escape and the destruction he'd wrought by leading the other Daedric Princes to his realm.
"I am Surtr! The Last Dragonborn and true blood of Akatosh! I seek to make a deal with you, Mehrunes Dagon! One that will suit both our interests!" he exclaims while standing proudly and confidently in front of the window.
Mehrunes Dagon steps back and reveals his full might to them, his giant red-skinned, forearmed body rippling with power as he stands knee-deep in the ocean of magma. "A DEAL!? A PATHETIC HALF-MORTAL LIKE YOU WISHES TO DEAL WITH MEEE!? I WILL TEAR YOUR SOUL OUT AND EAT IT, BUT NOT BEFORE I RAVAGE YOUR REALM AND DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU LO-"
*ZWIP!*
The door closes in Dagon's face, shutting off the link and leaving the trio in awkward silence.
"... Shall we try that again?" Joseph questions with a forced smile.
Surtr wets his lips and nods, "A Daedra that wouldn't try to destroy Nirn, if you can..." he drawls.
They open the portal up two more times, one revealing Molag Bal who they immediately reject, and another with Peryite, who they tried to come to an agreement to but ended up refusing in the end... Neither party wanted to agree to the other's terms, thus, they were forced to summon the fourth portal today.
The trio are almost blinded by the eye-searing sight as it opens, but the light soon dims into darkness, allowing them to try to gain a glimpse into it... After another moment however, the light returns, starting the cycle once more.
Dawn and Dusk, the Concepts which the Daedric Prince Azura rules.
"Azura! I have come to bargain!" Surtr exclaims through the portal, keeping his eyes shut as to not blind himself.
...
"And what, pray tell, do you have to offer me, Mortal?"
"I am no mortal! I am the Dragonborn! Son of Akatosh and defeating of Alduin the World-Eater!"
"You think yourself a god? Pathetic. Your body will wither and fade, I will enjoy watching your pride and ego turn to ash with it." Azura drawls from behind the cycles of night and day in her realm.
Surtr shakes his head and refocuses on his reason for being here, "I seek to kill a God, one that has taken much from you. With your help we could make his end a reality... Help us kill Michael Tahlin, the one who took Clavicus Vile's place!"
...
"That one... Hmph, even before Mantling he was a sore pain. Corrupting my star, killing my Champion... He may not have been the one to steal my power and people, but he is the one to inherit it afterwards... Very well... What are your terms?" she asks, finally showing herself in front of the window.
She looked like a stupidly beautiful Dunmer, brown hair tied up in a ponytail with a luxurious white dress that displayed her arms and shoulders. Her red eyes glowed with untapped power, and the slight grin on her lips revealed her malicious intent... Though, whether or not that was directed at the trio or merely Michael is anyone's guess.
"We will bring you and your full power into Nirn so you can fight Michael on even grounds. But! You must agree that once Michael had been defeated, you will return to your realm immediately! Daedric Princes do not belong here, not Michael, and certainly not you!" Surtr states.
...
She tucks her fist under her chin in thought for a couple moments before eventually nodding, "I agree. Now, when can I act? I wish to reclaim my Dusk from that thieving whelp!"
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