New Expansion Is Not Usable So Dont Buy It

[type480]

The main item you need to fire the cannons on your new ship, is saltpeter, and as it happens there is only 1 vendor to buy it from with a 30 minute respawn, and every man and his dog trying to buy it........ Did no-one at UO think this might be a problem, or is this some cunning plot to get everyone using the EC so they can buy items faster TAF

 

[Taylor]

Which NPCs sell it?

 

[Taylor]

This morning, 20 new saltpeter-selling alchemists were added to both facets. Per shard, the total number of saltpeter vendors was increased from 2 NPCs to 42 NPCs.

 

[Aran]

Which means 42 scripters running to buy it all instantly...

 

[Omnius]

who cares. the new expansion is awful

 

[Willard]

This morning, 20 new saltpeter-selling alchemists were added to both facets. Per shard, the total number of saltpeter vendors was increased from 2 NPCs to 42 NPCs.

No no saltpeter vendors on Lake Austin.???

 

[ziggy29]

No no saltpeter vendors on Lake Austin.???

As far as I and other players on LA can tell, we still only have the one NPC alchemist on each of the facets. There's hoarding and camping out going on, and one guy in particular seems to be camped out there all day, every day at the market on Tram.

 

[Taylor]

No no saltpeter vendors on Lake Austin.???

Then PM Mesanna.

 

[Wilde1]

you said "peter"





heh

 

[Babble]

Done

CHAPTER 1
Loomings
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely-- having
little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on
shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the
world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the
circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth;
whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find
myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the
rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an
upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me
from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking
people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato
throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing
surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some
time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with
me.
There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves
as Indian isles by coral reefs--commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right
and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the
battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes,
which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of
water-gazers there.
Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears
Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do
you see?--Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands
upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning
against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the
bulwarks glasses! of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if
striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of
week days pent up in lath and plaster-- tied to counters, nailed to benches,

 

[Babble]

Though a friend liked it and bought it for his 3 accounts

CHAPTER 1
Loomings
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely-- having
little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on
shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the
world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the
circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth;
whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find
myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the
rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an
upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me
from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking
people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato
throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing
surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some
time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with
me.
There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves
as Indian isles by coral reefs--commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right
and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the
battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes,
which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of
water-gazers there.
Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears
Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do
you see?--Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands
upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning
against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the
bulwarks glasses! of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if
striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of
week days pent up in lath and plaster-- tied to counters, nailed to benches,

 

[Setanta]

You could try mining it yourself. It's not that hard to mine a pile of nitre. Then, you mine the nitre to extract the saltpeter.