Looking through old logs and found this gem (edited down to the relevant parts). I know Jesse was looking to get Querthose back years ago, a shame it didn't happen.

> * Querthose just bit the dust!
> Timbren just arrived, dragging Querthose with him.
> The ghostly voice of Querthose softly says, "I am in need of healing and life."
Shemmy asks, "Need a cleric?"
> Shemmy gestures at Querthose.
A luminescent web briefly forms around Querthose, then fades into the body.
> Shemmy smiles.
> The ghostly voice of Querthose softly says, "Yes, I do."
> The ghostly voice of Querthose softly says, "I would prefer the aid of a child of the Holy One."
> Aerain meditates over Querthose.
Aerain takes Querthose's left arm damage.
> Aerain meditates over Querthose.
Aerain takes Querthose's left hand damage.
Aerain meditates over Querthose.
Aerain takes Querthose's chest damage.
Aerain meditates over Querthose.
Aerain takes some of Querthose's blood loss.
> Aerain meditates over Querthose.
Nothing happens.

> l quer
> You see Querthose Mallick the Apostate.
He appears to be a Faendryl Dark Elf.
He appears to have come of age and shorter than average. He has green-tinged golden eyes and dark olive skin. He has very long, glossy emerald green hair intertwined with thin strands of dark golden braids. He has a narrow face, a small nose and thin lips.
He has a deep emerald winding serpent tattoo poised to strike his jugular on his neck.
Despite no apparent injuries, he seems to be DEAD!
He is holding a twisted orase staff inlaid with dimly glowing golden glimaerstone runes in his right hand.
He is wearing a golden-eyed dark emerald lizard, some dark serpent-scaled boots, some black ora serpent scaled leathers, a serpent scaled ritual robe, a serpent scale-adorned sack, an ancient ora runestone case entwined with a malicious emerald serpent, a serpent clasped ritual pouch, a twisted black ora chain, a dark spidersilk satchel emblazoned with a scaled emerald-eyed serpent, a ritual serpent-clasped pack, a writhing serpent symbol, and a shadowglass ring.

> profile quert
Name: Querthose Mallick
Profession: Apostate
Race: Dark Elf Gender: Male
Age: come of age (379)
Date of Birth: 7/7/4725
Clan: Faendryl
He appears to have come of age and shorter than average.
He has green-tinged golden eyes and dark olive skin.
He has very long, glossy emerald green hair intertwined with thin strands of dark golden braids.
He has a narrow face, a small nose and thin lips.
He currently has full citizenship in Wehnimer's Landing.
Follower of Luukos
Quote: "Blessed are the servants of the Serpent"

> Shemmy raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
> Shemmy gestures at Querthose.
As the last of Shemmy's life energy is drained into the effort of restoring life to Querthose, she collapses!

* Shemmy drops dead at your feet!

<spells falling>
Querthose seems slightly different.
Shemmy's body decays into compost.

> * Shemmy just bit the dust!

> Aerain groans.
> You gravely say, "Luukos..."
> Aerain softly says, "She's obviously not a child of the holy one."
> Aerain giggles.
> Peachie gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
> Peachie gestures at Querthose.
The glazed look leaves Querthose.
> Querthose glances at you.
> Querthose stands up.
> Querthose softly says, "Yes, Luukos."
You frown.
> Querthose softly asks, "My blood loss, Peachie?"
> Peachie meditates over Querthose.
Peachie takes some of Querthose's blood loss.
> Peachie meditates over Querthose.
Peachie takes all of Querthose's blood loss.
> Querthose stares at you.
> Speaking softly to you, Querthose asks, "Did you have something to say?"
> Querthose bows to Peachie.
Speaking to Querthose, you say, "Not at the moment, no."
> Querthose softly says, "A wise choice. One should watch their tongue, lest they find themselves without it."
> Shemmy smiles.
> Shemmy winks.
Querthose glances at Shemmy.
> Speaking softly to Shemmy, Querthose says, "How fortunate of you to have been able to restore one of His children and then to experience death as well."
> Querthose softly says, "He would be pleased."
> Querthose just touched a writhing serpent symbol.
> Shemmy says, "Ye scarying the empaths with yer gibberish."
> Shemmy says, "Be happy yer alive."
> Shemmy says, "And spook those at the niche."
> Querthose disapprovingly asks, "To whom do you speak?"
> Shemmy points at Querthose.
> Shemmy says, "You."
> Shemmy says, "Ok scarying them again."
> As Querthose pets a golden-eyed dark emerald lizard, it nuzzles his hand in response.
> Speaking softly to his dark emerald lizard, Querthose says, "Yes Ulstram, I will feed you."
> Querthose removes an irridescent scaled cricket box embossed with a hissing kitten and lizard totems from in his scaled ritual robe.
> A golden-eyed dark emerald lizard sees Querthose's cricket and freezes, its eyes locked on the cricket. The very tip of the lizard's tail twitches, and it emits a soft huff of excitement. Suddenly, the lizard lunges forward, grasps the cricket in its jaws and gulps it down!
> Querthose just closed an irridescent scaled cricket box embossed with a hissing kitten and lizard totems.
> Querthose put an irridescent scaled cricket box embossed with a hissing kitten and lizard totems in his scaled ritual robe.
> Querthose carefully lifts the kitten by the scruff of its neck and then tucks it gently into the crook of his arm.
> Querthose wraps his arms around his cranky black kitten affectionately, squeezing it enthusiastically.
Querthose's cranky black kitten curls its tail around his arm, purring happily.