To whom it may concern, regardless of political association.

I am now announcing a personal bounty of five (5) (IIIII) (fah-iev)
sovereigns of gold for the head of Goryllin Dawn (the y in his last name
must have been a mis-scribe because there is no Y in the word 'Dawn' and
obviously if you're Cyrenian and you possess a last name it must be an
actual word that is vaguely poetic such as "Lastgoodbye"). This offer
will run until she is slain for good. While I know the bounty is small,
and that I can slay her myself, I cannot bring myself to look upon this
monstrosity of a woman or constantly hear that my many pets such as my
evil jester or my chaos hound are actually not Domination entities but
rather citizens of Mhaldor out to team her because they will not duel
her on her own and she already killed them each 800 (DCCC)
(eight-hundred) (ate-hun-dread) times in a duel.

But enough of my reasons, before you set out to complete your
tremendously easy task of killing Goryllin Dawn (truenames: Goryllin
23), you must know the unholy process by which she was brought about
into our world... Heed my words Sapience...

It began in the year of Goryllin's birth... I was approached by
Goryllin's mother, Jenn, near the other harlots of North of Thera. Being
slightly inebriated at the time (I was 11 and she was 24), I considered
her services along with her rather competitive offer of three (3) (III)
sovereigns an hour to be of benefit to my well being. I told her to
clean herself off in the Pachahchaha beforehand (I had no idea that
Mhaldor had a brothel) and afterwards I graded her with a 2/10 or the
equivalent of a D+. You get what you pay for, even in these realms I'm
afraid.

About 7 months later I was nosing my way around the Crystal Leaf Inn
when low and behold, Goryllin's not-yet mother walked through the door
in tears. I quickly patted her on the bum and asked "What's wrong,
someone hassling the working girls toots"? She replied simply with "I
have a big announcment, I'm having a child". I was thoroughly shocked,
and you guessed it (and if you didn't you're probably Goryllin, hi son):
the baby was mine. Well by this time I was beginning to see the Truth in
Evil and I assured Jenn that we must have this child the right way: the
Mhaldorian way.

When Jenn went into labor, we had a small room in Ashtan's subdivision
assembled for ritual birth: pentagram in blood, black candles, a
painting of Lord Naeros on the wall, the full works. When the baby began
to surface (surprisingly easy even though Goryllin was enormous as a
babe), it was horrifying. It had hair underneath its eyelids, its
fingers were all different lengths, we had no idea what gender it was
(still don't I'm afraid), and to boot a Girdle of Aegis had been wrapped
around his neck in her womb cutting off the circulation to his brain and
causing very, very, VERY severe mental and behavioral retardation. Upon
looking at the visage of the horrifying baby, his mother jumped up and
screamed "What IS IT?!" to which I replied "IT MUSTETH BE A GORYLLIN"
(thus her name)! His mother immediately began throwing all kinds of
different objects at the small and deformed babe's head: a Logosian
Ring, two Soulpiercers named something ridiculous, a Torc of Telepathy,
Atavians Wings, it was terrifying yet hilarious and I must admit that I
laughed heartily watching verious sacred artifacts bounce off Goryllin's
head while she laughed innocently at the blunt trauma. The whole ordeal
was too much for me, I slunk away with the baby while her mother was in
hysterics and gave him a quick toss into the ol' sewer system and hoped
the ice demon would take care of her. The ice demon failed.

Now you're surely asking yourself by this time, where does this fit in
with the bounty? Well friends, quite frankly, you must know this early
experience of trauma has made Goryllin the fiercest: even though the
mental birth defects have stayed with her quite visibly, he has become a
"legit fighter" who has earned "some coin" by being so fierce! My bounty
hunters need to know exactly what they're dealing with, because his
upbringing has hardened him into such a "legit" combatant. I asked
Dumah, I asked Jarrel, I asked Manu, none of them could slay the mighty
Goryllin, she was too much for all of them (even combined because one
time he killed 643 Mhaldorians at once trying to team him) and he has
over 23,000 kills on each of them.

So I must turn to you, Sapience, to rid the world of its most feared
combatant, its most "legit" warrior. Go now and retrieve your bounty of
5 sovereigns on my behalf so that we all may sleep easy knowing that
Sapience's greatest strategist and most tortured/compact mind is put to
rest, for all time.

-Malifuus

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Phaestian, in the year 514 AF.