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Maovu plucked out a pair of scissors stabbed into her back. "Too bad." She sighed quietly. The toy maker snipped the head clean off the Reivan doll. She reached into his stuffing pulled out a small wriggling bundle. The source of the doll's life, a live rat trapped in Maovu's blood thread. She skewered the bound rodent on her scissors. A tiny muffled scream escaped the tight wrappings. The Reivan doll was dead. All that was left was a half stuffed toy with a long lock of white hair curled inside. "Seth must have really liked him. To make him so much like the original... That was dangerous. She must have trusted him, whoever he was." Maovu said. "He would have helped avenge her death, if he hadn't resisted." The toy maker's will was colossal enough to move an army but even one traitor in her ranks could prove disastrous. Maovu didn't have time to battle for one doll's loyalty. Especially not a doll made by an amateur like Seth. It was better to destroy it than to let it become a problem.

With the doll truly dead, the enchantment on it's odd eye began to fade the image Reivan would see slowly got darker until it lost it's magic. Although he had lost a great spy and, perhaps if things had gone better a companion of sorts, he gained much knowledge about his target.

"Alright." Maovu agreed. "Prima Donna and Dwarf in The Box will go with him... I want to make a statement." The toy maker summoned two of her favorite creations from the basement. Thudding sounds and screams grew louder as they approached. A large box jumped up the stairs and into the room followed by a once beautiful surface elf. She wobbled around like drunken ballerina. Her hands and feet had been replaced long sharp blades that left poke holes in the floor. Maovu called her Prima Donna and dressed her in a bloodied pink tutu. Prima Donna wailed. Her ever flowing tears had smeared the rosy make up the toy maker had painted her with. The Valthier doll sat on Prima Donna's head gripping her hair bun for balance. The box stopped with a thud before Maovu. It was brightly painted with stars and now that was still, a sweet tinkling tune could be heard. As the music reached it's climax, the severed upper half of a dwarf burst from the top of the box with a shriek. The Dwarf was dressed as a clown. His beard was shaved off and his face was painted white. The dwarf's spine had been replaced with a metal spring to make him pop out. He held an axe in one hand and a hammer in the other. Maovu couldn't help but smile at her toys though they couldn't bear to look at her. The hate in their eyes had faded long ago. Only anguish remained. "Go to the high priest of the banshee. Tell him to meet me at The Worg's Head cafe." Maovu ordered. "Consider it done." The Valthier doll replied. The dwarf retracted back into his box and hopped out of the room. Prima Donna followed closely behind him.
Maovu's minions found their journey to the temple of bones an easy one. No creature in the city or graveyards wanted anything to do with them. Even ghouls found the living dolls repulsive and stayed away. Finally, they managed to corner a young priest by the temple's main gate. The Valthier doll leapt onto the terrified drow's face. "Where is the high priest? Be honest or I'll eat your tongue." The toy hissed.

the young priest's eyes widened, and then he led the dolls to the Reaper's office. he knocked on the door, but there was no answer, for a good 5 minutes.

(i'll take it to the Temple now.)

"Oh, you found it!" Maovu squealed. "I was looking for that." She was in the middle of redressing herself. Her clothes consisted of lovely pastel colored lace slightly spattered with blood along the edges. Maovu's wardrobe had changed little in the past few hundred years but her body certainly had. What had once made her look like a harmless child was now showcasing her newly developed assets. The toy maker hadn't noticed the change or realized it's significance. As far as she was concerned, her bosom was just a convenient place to put things. Maovu lifted her skirt and slipped into the underwear. "Are you ready to go?" She asked.

Valthier couldn't understand why he felt so cheerful. he shouldn't realy, after all these people were suspicious, and had to do with an evet that only upset the vampire. but he felt cheerful for the meeting regardless. he waited at the table reserved for them, and ordered a basket of breadsticks.

Duraz looked at Valthier and then reached out with his mind, he caught only Maovu and the fear from the staff but nothing from the vampire "Mr.Valthier wuld you be so kind as to lower the barrier around your mind? I need to be sure your intentions are good."

((by the way seth, thanks SO much for the gift, it's awesome! biggrin you realy didn't have to, i'm used to not getting gifts for my birthday anymore.))