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</div><br/>Magnus upon arriving at port had made a be line to acquire the materials required to engrave the necessary runes onto his gauntlets to allow him to give enemies a disorienting thunderous punch, forcing them to focus on him and now his allies. In addition he had enough to purchase the materials to magically enchant his primary offense so the aforementioned thunderous punch would land more often and penetrate the defense of those he was facing. Unlike the others of the crew, he didn't require food nor drink, as such he was able to dedicate the standard meal fare and time for the consumption of alcohol to his craft which he cared greatly for.<br/><br/>He made his way through the ship into the very bowels next to the boiler where the gentle hum of the engine drove many away, Magnus enjoyed the constant rhythm offered the machine offered him, akin to his own magical "heart". It was a comforting sound, perhaps what a human would compare to the beat of their mothers heart. Magnus wouldn't know, he had no personal experience to compare it to. Regardless, he soon arrived at his room across from the engine.<br/><br/>The room was by all means, immaculate despite all of the messy materials that lay within. All of the ordered gears and pieces lay within the countless labeled shelves on the left wall that he had organized upon taking residence upon the ship. While he did have a bag of holding filled with many spares pieces, primarily remnants from his attempts to reach the surface upon waking from his eon long slumber, it was seldom used upon the ship considering he mostly had everything he required in his room. Below the shelves he had his general workbench with the walls lined with countless little arms of his own make to hold up items as he worked upon them, on the wall several projects for those on the crew were held as he slowly but surely made progress on them each day.  In place of where the bed used to be on the right side of the room near the door, Magnus had several large bins in which all of the spare parts and unused scraps were tucked away into a closed bin of which he could access whenever he required something from within. Along the back wall was a large forge where he was able to temper, treat, and create many of the parts on board. In the center of the room however was a large display case full of his own creations, they weren't useful, but they were important. It was the area he would hunker down in front of every night before he went to sleep.<br/><br/>However today, he was primarily going to work on something for himself to make it so he could better aid his teammates. He began to carefully remove the armored sections of his own hands and place them upside down within the arms so the undersides were easily accessible. Afterwards he laid out the magical inks, powders, bonding and fusing agents, and the sealants for making sure everything was permanently sealed. He lowered the various tools within his fingers to draw from all of the various laid out components of the runes he would be crafting and filled up each of them in preparation. He began to inscribe the thunder runes in minuscule detail on the very edges of the plates, the various tools inside zipped in and out as he needed them, each setting down sections of the runes layer by layer until it was finished before moving on to the next section of his hand. He repeated this process with each section before the thunder property was properly embedded within his hands. He then proceeded to repeat the process of inscribing the first layer of runes within to enchant his hands with enhanced magical properties. He would finish in thirteen days as he laid down the foundations of the first row of runes, leaving space for two more rows once the process was done, perhaps he was being ambitious with that, but it never hurt to be a bit ambitious.<br/><br/>Once the runes on the plates had properly cured and set, he carefully put them back onto his hands, satisfied with his work before moving on to tinker with the various items on board to prepare them for the members of the ship. Once he finished with that, he began to rest as he moved towards his display case where he watched some of his creations play around as they were made to. He wouldn't bring them outside, as they were fragile things lacking sentience... but they were as close as he was able to get to making someone like himself... a mimicry, perhaps a mockery, of life itself... but he poured a piece of himself into them, and every night he found comfort in watching them jump and play within the little boxes, their own tiny little worlds in a beautiful yet fragile and delicate balance. They were ignorant of the world outside their tiny boxes, in fact they didn't think at all... but how they danced and played, it was something of wonder even to their creator, who knew everything about them, down the the smallest gear and wire.<br/><br/>After six hours he was up and at it again and was working on another useless contraption of which he was planning on adding to his collection to watch at night, but this, this one was supposed to be sentient, intelligent, perhaps someone like himself, a child of his own making... however as he was working he heard something slide against the floor behind him as he turned to see a slip of paper. He sent one of his many contraptions to bring it over to him, which it did, slowly wheeling it's way over and bringing down it's small clamp before returning to him and handing him the item. He opened it and peered upon it's contents, a letter from the caption, nay, a summons. He sighed, as if a warforged could and paused his creation, carefully putting it up within the claps on the wall keeping the taught wires tight, the springs strung, and all of the pieces together in such a way to keep things from coming undone.<br/><br/>He quickly gathered his items and made his way to the captain, due to the time it took for him to put his creation up safely he was last to arrive. He stood at attention as his hulking form towered over the others standing at a mighty six foot ten. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">You sent for us captain, what are your orders?</span>" He replied in his deep bass voice which reverberated throughout the room.