The DDO Chronicle: Issue 412

[Cordovan]

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If my TR cache is any indication, the House K bankers are completely unaware that the concept of organizing exists.

[JonD]

How does the House Kundarak Bank keep everyone's possessions organized?

Tamed and labelled mimics

[Retired_Old_Gamer]

Simple really, they're using a new game engine and coders.

[ahpook]

How does the House Kundarak Bank keep everyone's possessions organized

It is so secretive that most patrons would be surprised to find out that House K has any method of organizing. I would guess a garbage bag with the users name on it suffices in most cases.

(OK I am jaded due to the disorganization of the TR cache. A reminder that a bad experience can far overwhelm any good work done in other areas).

[peng]

Organized by each item's favorite color and food.

[Edgaru]

Kobolds, torches and a pile of mattresses, inside the huge Vault of Day.

[cdbd3rd]

Organization??

Filing system is based on the old Daisy Wheel process. A kobold picks up one stored item, then runs around to every character on the server asking, "Dis yours? No? okay." before running on to the next character. Sometimes Kobold distracted by random shiny and forgets to put down the item he's carrying before scurrying off.

[Zorrbeania]

I don't know, probably how banks did it in the old days (like everyone has their own little vault).
Haven't a clue if this is accurate, my knowledge on banks is terrible.

[Sebastrd]

Poorly. Have you seen my TR cache?

[Brandwynn]

My guess is that it is a caffeinated squirrel. One led by a ditzy kobold. It would explain my TR Cach at any rate.

[h46av8r]

Umm - clearly they do not know the meaning of the word

[radule]

Extradimensional space

[The_Human_Cypher]

In pocket dimensions.

[dsmwhiteknight]

They don't. Have you ever looked in your vault?

[Egilson]

They use these bins that I found really easy to unlock.

Wait, forget that I said that.

[EnragedBears]

by SSD

[AlsoWondering]

By using an eveningSTAR Office spreadsheet. But what I want to know is how they are able to move my Dimensional Augment Bag from the Harbor to Eveningstar?

[Annex]

Well, personal vault space is organized by boxes and compartments, shared vault space is organized as last in appears first, and shared crafting storage is organized as last in appears last. Since Vault Keepers can access items from anywhere, they obviously utilize small, inter-dimensional portals to move items about. Occasionally, one of the inter-dimensional portals fails during a transfer and the customer loses a bunch of stuff.

Unfortunately, this very rigid system of organization makes it difficult for wealthy customers to find items. That results in wealthy customers making far more transactions and that places far more strain on the inter-dimensional portals. Dwarves are rather stubborn so convincing them to let customers sort items, thus reducing transactions, is extremely difficult.

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Yngvarr Stormedge (a dwarf): Arrrggg! Me boots be undone yet again! Foul work of elves, I say! Blast them! *takes a long pull of ale*

Sophie the Cat Burglar (a mysterious, bubbleheaded being who looks amazingly similar to a young human woman): Yngvarr, you need to learn a better way to tie your shoes. Look. I will show you. Now watch me. Hold the laces like this. Loop this one around like so. Make a bow like this. Now make another bow. Put this lace over that one like so. Make another knot. And there you go!

Yngvarr Stormedge (still a dwarf): *shakes his foot; his boot miraculously stays in place* Ye daft woman! Now I canna get me boot off!

Sophie the Cat Burglar (a mysterious being who now strongly resembles a perplexed young woman): No, no. no. Just pull this loop...

Yngvarr Stormedge (a very upset dwarf): *yanks at the wrong lace, tightening the knot* By Onatar's beard, ye done trapped me foot in me boot! *whacks at the lace with his battle axe, cutting through the lace, the boot, and his foot* Arrrggggg! Look what ye done, vile woman!

Sophie the Cat Burglar (a mysterious being who now strongly resembles an extremely alarmed young woman): Cleric! We can fix this. It is only a small cut. *picks up Yngvarr's amputated foot* *blood sprays all over Ruddy Rina who sighs and takes a small sip of her ginger ale*

Sophie's Auntie (a mysterious being who strongly resembles a young human woman of incredible age and wisdom): Do you need... Oh dear. Well, at least he did not cut off his head this time.

Yngvarr Stormedge (a one footed dwarf): *hops around on one foot, leaving a trail of blood everywhere* There be too many women about this airship! Tis bad luck! Look what happened to me foot!

Turps Malone (a mildly drunk halfling): I hope they bring back bloody footprints this year. I missed them the first time around.

Utvald the Unyielding (a very confident looking Viking man): I already have em.

Sophie's Auntie (a mysterious, amazingly composed being who resembles a mildly put upon young woman of great age): Mister Yngvarr. I cannot restore your foot to like new condition if you keep hopping about like that.

Vexa the Dagger (a complete bi...shrew): He'll eventually pass out from blood loss. I could stab him a few times to speed things up.

Yngvarr Stormedge (a woozy dwarf suffering from acute loss of blood): I can see me great great grandfather! I be lured to me doom by a bevy of beautiful babes!

Yngvarr's Grandfather (a dwarf ghost): Well, Yngvarr, there be worse ways to go.

Sophie's Auntie (a mysterious being who resembles an amazingly patient young woman of incredible patience): *gently lowers the woozy drawf to the ground and swiftly reattaches his foot* There. All better. You should drink some orange juice.

Yngvarr Stormedge (an outraged dwarf): Orange juice! Pah! Ye be treatin me like a sissy girl! Give me some grain alcohol ye addled woman!

Ruddy Rina (a very annoyed human woman): Listen. I'll clean up the blood, _again_, but if he hurls, I am out.

Vexa the Dagger (still a complete bi...shrew): I could stab him in the chest and pin him to the floor while you force feed him orange juice...

Yngvarr Stormedge (an incensed dwarf): Me boot! What have ye done to me boot! Ye see! This is what happens when ye try new things! I be tien me shoe laces the same way me great, great, great, great grandfather be tien em me entire life and never broke me boot! Ye be a bunch a daft witches, tryin to teach me yur witch boot lacin ways!

Sophie the Cat Burglar (a mysterious being who strongly resembles a defeated young woman): *huge sigh* This is my fault.

Vexa the Dagger (a complete bi...shrew with a plan): *stabs Turps Malone*

Turps Malone (a very surprised male halfling): What the %*^$$#$, Vexa!

Vexa the Dagger (manifestation of supreme bi...shrewness): I hate halflings.

[1cebeast]

Do they? Let them organize the TR cache.