From: nhmall Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2018 03:30:19 +0000 (-0400) Subject: some data.base bits X-Git-Tag: NetHack-3.6.2_Released~197^2~7 X-Git-Url: https://granicus.if.org/sourcecode?a=commitdiff_plain;h=647b671c76a69a8c12d25bfff17ece741709c25b;p=nethack some data.base bits Take some of the entries from the github pull request. resolves #35 --- diff --git a/dat/data.base b/dat/data.base index 6dd001450..f10a9e581 100644 --- a/dat/data.base +++ b/dat/data.base @@ -534,6 +534,7 @@ ooze kind had swept so evilly free of all litter. [ At the Mountains of Madness, by H.P. Lovecraft ] blue jelly +spotted jelly I'd planned how to prevent the lock from sealing behind me; it required a temporary sacrifice, not cleverness. I used the door itself to help me cut off a portion of my body, after shunting all @@ -892,6 +893,20 @@ tiamat extremely vain. citrine* A pale yellow variety of crystalline quartz resembling topaz. +clay golem + It was a warm spring night when a fist knocked at the door so + hard that the hinges bent. + A man opened it and peered out into the street. There was + mist coming off the river and it was a cloudy night. He might + as well have tried to see through white velvet. + But he thought afterwards that there had been shapes out + there, just beyond the light spilling out into the road. A + lot of shapes, watching him carefully. He thought maybe + there'd been very faint points of light... + There was no mistaking the shape right in front of him, + though. It was big and dark red and looked like a child's + clay model of a man. Its eyes were two embers. + [ Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett ] cleaver Hither came Conan, the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic @@ -1994,6 +2009,7 @@ gold golem ~gold golem ~straw golem ~wood golem +~clay golem *golem "The original story harks back, so they say, to the sixteenth century. Using long-lost formulas from the Kabbala, a rabbi is @@ -2305,7 +2321,8 @@ cornucopia And scatters corn and wine, and fruits and flowers. [ Os Lusiadas, by Luis Vaz de Camoes ] horned devil - Horned devils lack any real special abilities, though they +barbed devil + These devils lack any real special abilities, though they are quite difficult to kill. ~horsem* *horse @@ -4001,6 +4018,7 @@ pony continent and to and from our own world. The precise manner of their working is a Management secret. [ The Tough Guide to Fantasyland, by Diana Wynne Jones ] +trident poseido*n Poseido(o)n, lord of the seas and father of rivers and fountains, was the son of Chronos and Rhea, brother of Zeus, @@ -5152,6 +5170,7 @@ tripe ration often, alas, because the heat has not been kept low enough, it has the consistency of wet shoe leather. [ Joy of Cooking, by I Rombauer and M Becker ] +~water troll *troll The troll shambled closer. He was perhaps eight feet tall, perhaps more. His forward stoop, with arms dangling past @@ -5420,6 +5439,21 @@ water demon and drink, I will enjoy eating you, the biggest monkey, most of all!" He grinned, and saliva dripped down his hairy chin. [ Buddhist Tales for Young and Old, Vol. 1 ] +water troll + It wasn't that the troll was _horrifying_. Instead of the + rotting, betentacled monstrosity he had been expecting + Rincewind found himself looking at a rather squat but not + particularly ugly old man who would quite easily have passed + for normal on any city street, always provided that other + people on the street were used to seeing old men who were + apparently composed of water and very little else. It was as + if the ocean had decided to create life without going through + all that tedious business of evolution, and had simply formed + a part of itself into a biped and sent it walking squishily up + the beach. The troll was a pleasant translucent blue color. + As Rincewind stared a small shoal of silver fish flashed + across its chest. + [ The Colour of Magic, by Terry Pratchett ] weapon A weapon is a device for making your enemy change his mind. [ The Vor Game, by Lois McMaster Bujold ] @@ -5428,17 +5462,17 @@ web When first we practise to deceive! [ Marmion, by Sir Walter Scott ] whistle - There were legends both on the front and on the back of the + There were legends both on the front and on the back of the whistle. The one read thus: - FLA FUR BIS FLE The other: QUIS EST ISTE QUI VENIT - 'I ought to be able to make it out,' he thought; - 'but I suppose I am a little rusty in my Latin. - When I come to think of it, I don't believe I even - know the word for a whistle. The long one does seem - simple enough. It ought to mean, "Who is this who is coming?" + FLA FUR BIS FLE The other: QUIS EST ISTE QUI VENIT + 'I ought to be able to make it out,' he thought; + 'but I suppose I am a little rusty in my Latin. + When I come to think of it, I don't believe I even + know the word for a whistle. The long one does seem + simple enough. It ought to mean, "Who is this who is coming?" - Well, the best way to find out is evidently to whistle + Well, the best way to find out is evidently to whistle for him.' [Ghost Stories of an Antiquary, by Montague Rhodes James