... is bankrupted !
And no, it is not my fault ! [link]

Oh well, Abu Dhabi and its sovereign wealth funds (weighting 900 billions dollars) is gonna pay anyway...

Apart from that, I am going to leave my job tomorrow and I feel very nostalgic about it.

*leaves packing her stuffs*

A) BEWARE : LONG FORGOTTEN REALMS NERDISH RANTING

One line... One TINY line in a random entry managed to ruin over more than two months of work, argh ! Can you believe that ?!

Actually, it is rather silly when you think of it, but it is just so, soooooooo frustrating.
I was almost done ! ALMOST DONE !
I had the plot (well, OK, almost the plot, but it was going great... ), all the characters, their background, their psychology, their relationships (well, again, almost - BUT STILL ), a lot, LOT of funny ideas (or at least ideas I found funny :ggigle... and then...
... then...

... I downloaded that bloody issue of "Dungeon Magazine #170", that one which had been eluded me for weeks .

And I started reading. And I enjoyed what I read. A lot. Until I my eyes fell onto THIS :

" Etched upon a mausoleum wall within Valhingen Graveward " : The necromancer was the most reserved of the three dark heroes, a gangling man
of advancing years, speaking in a high whisper and largely keeping to himself. His emaciated form was shrouded within dark robes, the man’s cold eyes bespoke of malign intelligence and eldritch might."
So far so good. This was exactly how I imagined the character. But then came the deadly blow :
"His given name: Myrkul Bey al-Kursi, Crown Prince of Murghôm."

Bey al-Kursi, Crown Prince of Murghôm... WHAT THE FUCK ?!
I assumed from the beginning Myrkul was a Netherese arcanist, damnit !
Powerful necromancer and all that jazz, he totally had the profil ! And now I am being told that A) he is a prince , B) from Murghôm, a totally random Eastern faerunian country of "farmers and horsemen"...


Farmers and horsemen, gaaaah...



B) BUT THERE ARE OTHER THINGS IN LIFE THAN FANDOM, HEY ?

OK, apart from that, I am doing great.
Things for Dubai are going all right, and things are getting a bit emotional at work given I am leaving in a little more than a week.

Funny it is when you have to leave you realise how much people liked you... and how much you actually liked people.

All right - enough ranting, more sleeping !

Back from Saint Petersburg ! And of course, the trip was awesome.

This journal is especially dedicated to :

The airline company we took to go to Saint Petersburg, which name I will not mention here and which managed to make us miss not one but TWO connection flights to Saint Petersburg - the first one from Vienna, the second one from Frankfurt, because of the "fog" on the Austrian and German airports.
As everybody knows, fog is very, very rare phenomenon in Germany.
Seriously, if they wanted to come up with a very lame excuse, they could have told us the dog ate the pilot's check-list (see the title of this journal ).

Bottles of champagne which get squashed into luggage, making me and my clothes reeking of old wine during the whole stay,

So called "international banks" unable to let you withdraw small amounts of cash in a foreign country and which take incredible commission rates when you pay directly with your awesome visa/mastercard/laser/dolby surround credit card,

Brother who, having a morbid fear of security checks at airports, totally freaks out when ask to take a bag of mars chocolate bars in his bag-pack, fearing they may be mistaken for explosive plastic charges and thus may trigger a body search by sinister-looking security dudes,

Security ladies at Pulkovo airport who get uncontrollable and very communicative giggles every time they compare my haircut on the picture of my passport (taken eight years ago...) with my current one,

But above all, this journal is especially dedicated to and , Russia's finest, who took great care of us, travelling an hour and a half each morning and evening to visit us, to take us to great places and to make that travel unforgettable - again.
Ladies, much much to you.
We miss you already.

P.S. : Oh, and Happy Halloween everyone !