Nethack

At times, the gods may favor worthy supplicants with named blades whose powers echo throughout legend. Learned wayfarers can reproduce blades of elven lineage, hated of the orcs, without the need for such intervention.

While some wayfarers rely on scrounging finished armour in the dungeon, the resourceful know the mystical means by which mail may be fashioned out of scales from a dragon's hide.

If thou wouldst travel quickly between distant locations, thou must be able to control thy teleports, and in a confused state misread the scroll which usually teleports thyself locally. Daring adventurers have also performed the same feat sans need for scrolls or potions by stepping into a particular ambuscade.

If thou hast had trouble with rust on thine armor or weapons, thou shouldst know that thou canst prevent this by, while in a confused state, reading the magical parchments which normally are used to cause their enchantment. Unguents of lubrication may provide similar protection, albeit of a transitory nature.

In the deepest recesses of the Dungeons of Doom, guarding access to the nether regions, there standeth a castle, wherein lieth a wand of wishes. If thou wouldst gain entry, bear with thee an instrument of music, for the pontlevis may be charmed down with the proper melody. What notes comprise it only the gods know, but a musical mastermind may yet succeed by witful improvisation. However, the less perspicacious are not without recourse, should they be prepared to circumambulate the castle to the postern.

It is customarily known among travelers that extra-healing draughts may clear thy senses when thou art addled by delusory visions. But never forget, the lowly potion which makes one sick may be used for the same purpose.

Behold the cockatrice, whose diminutive stature belies its hidden might. The cockatrice can petrify any ordinary being it contacts–save those wise adventurers who eat a dead lizard or blob of acid when they feel themselves slowly turning to stone.

It is said that thou mayst gain entry to Moloch's sanctuary, if thou darest, from a place where the ground vibrateth in the deepest depths of Gehennom. Thou needs must have the aid of three magical items. The pure sound of a silver bell shall announce thee. The terrible runes, read from Moloch's book, shall cause the earth to tremble mightily. The light of an enchanted candelabrum shall show thee the way.

There are many stories of a mighty amulet, the origins of which are said to be ancient Yendor. This amulet doth have awesome power, and the gods desire it greatly. Mortals mayst tap only portions of its terrible abilities. The stories tell of mortals seeing what their eyes cannot see and seeking places of magical transportation, while having this amulet in their possession. Others say a mortal must wear the amulet to obtain these powers. But verily, such power comes at great cost, to preserve the balance.

While the consumption of lizard flesh or water beloved of the gods may clear the muddled head, the application of the horn of a creature of utmost purity can alleviate many other afflictions as well.

Though the shopkeepers be wary, thieves have nevertheless stolen much by using their digging wands to hasten exits through the pavement.

They say that nymphs always fall for rock'n'roll, try it!

They say that shopkeepers don't usually mind if you sneak into a shop.

Attacking an eel where there is none is usually a fatal mistake!

They say that the Wizard of Yendor has a death wish.

No level contains two shops. The maze is no level. So…

Time stands still as the succubus changes her calendar to January 1, 2000.

They say that one troll is worth 10,000 newts.

They say that you should always be prepared for a final challenge.

A katana might slice a worm in two.

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