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.