Hello, Quetzalcoatl, Lawful protector of Archaeologists.
Your chosen one has just entered the dungeon.
...

"Dear Quetzalcoatl, I need your help."
Oh no! Your chosen one is praying for help!
Do you want to [h]elp, [i]gnore, or [s]mite him?
Let his equipment be blackened with a foul curse!
*SHUM*

"Oh mighty Quetzalcoatl, hear my plea..."
Sounds like he needs some help.
Do you want to [i]gnore, [h]elp, or [s]mite him?
Okay, you send a generic healing blessing his way.

Argh! Your chosen one just died!
All the other gods laugh at you.

--More--

Your chosen one scored 12460 points before dying.
Your tithe of that is 1246 points.