Maybe It was a Different Island

I hate doubting myself. If there is one thing that keeps up this flawless operation I'm currently engaged in its never doubting the amazingness that is me. I bring this up obviously because as they dug into the treasure vault none of the things they were pulling out of it looked familiar at all. Like I distinctly remembered informing the shorties how I wanted things to go, even drew up plans for the little bastards to create! I did remember not actually seeing them build any of it though. Look back then I was a callous jerk and so I may or may not have assigned them work and then just kind of took a nap and lazed around while they actually worked on it... I didn't expect them to build a completely different treasure vault!

Then there was the belief I had that perhaps I built my vault on a different island. Sure I knew exactly where this vault was, but with all the people I've killed and drained of memories over the years this could have been someones half remembered belief and not my own. Its actually the problem with necromancy, you start to believe things that other people have done are things that you actually did. And let me tell you that's embarrassing!

The excavation work on the treasure vault actually went pretty good, they cut past some of the more obvious traps with my help (not because I knew they were there, but because of my years of exploring this kind of crap I knew the triggers and signs of specific traps, again I've lead a charmed life). The vault was several hundred feet deeper than the one I had designed (which kind of made sense when I recalled how long the shorties were working on it, it should have been like two days of work, it took them like three weeks, I just wrote that off at the time as them being lazy little goblins stealing my money).

All along the way there was various marks and languages written down. Most of it was gibberish or not even a language, but that idiot Dumphree took it to be proof his crazy theories were correct. Like each hastily scribbled note was either an alien master plan or some old knight of whatever's secret code. He had all this crap written down in his journal and a bunch of notes trying to tie it together. I feel sorry for Dumphree, clearly his crazy has gone beyond normal peoples and straight into coo coo land.

Eventually all the digging got to the bottom of the vault and one huge big impressive door. And that is when all the bad shit happened. Which I'll get into next entry! I promise, even though I've been promising that for a while, this time I'm sure I'll tell you about the awful!