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Bocio nodded, and emptied little pockets all over its dress, pulling out twigs, feathers, bits of metal, and straw.
The construct pondered momentarily the irony inherent in this situation: An animate doll was creating what was, for all intents and purposes, another animate doll.

The head came first.
A thin sheaf of metal formed the outer husk of the Scarecrone's head, much like a metallic skin. The metal wrapped around a bundle of straw, not fully covering it and leaving quite a bit of it poking out a hole in the back. This was where the feathers entered the equation. One after another, the construct poked the feathers into the hole it had left, creating a sort of primitive headdress for the crone.
A face was next. A large lump of metal looking eerily like a wart-covered nose was produced and inserted into a hole in the front of the crone's head, beginning a visage worthy of a metal hag. A gaping jaw was added next, large points of metal fashioned into fangs falling into place along the jawline. The look added an eerie grimace to the disembodied head. The eyes were relatively easy; taking a spike, Bocio carved a narrow slit into the metal on either side of the crone's nose. An effort of will sent some basic mana coursing through the head, holding the construction together while the voodoo doll went to work on the rest of the body.

The arms were pretty simplistic, twigs, joined together at the elbows to create joints made the main shafts, while lumps of metal twisted into horrible, raking claws formed the hands. The arms joined a cloth-wrapped, straw-stuffed body before being wrapped in cloth themselves, making the whole thing look like an headless, emaciated leper.
A simple sackcloth dress bundled down from the torso, covering legs made of the same lumps of metal that comprised the crones hands and nose, and letting the construct's clawed toes peek out from underneath.

The construction was momentarily halted as Bocio ran off to find a stepladder, but soon resumed, the voodoo doll triumphantly climbing up to place the head atop its creation.

Now, the moment of truth came. The little construct focused its mind on its creation, pouring mana into the Scarecrone, willing it to move, to do something other than just stand there.