>Send the goblin revenants to scout out the cave system and report back as best as they can.
>Request reinforcements

[And now for something completely different]

You are Jekjek, former High Hunter of the Lost-In-Dark-Lands Tribe.

Before Revelation drove her sword through your heart, you served as Warmaster in the name of High Chief Yukyuk. The two hundred and fifty seven goblin raiders of the Lost-In-Dark-Lands tribe answered to your command, and in the High Chief's name you stole many broodmares from the Tall Folk. Not only from the bands of wanderers who hunted your tribe, but from settlements of Tall Folk as well. Your own harem numbers ten and four more broodmares, each of them stolen and broken by your own hand.

Revelation came upon you as you worked upon a fresh broodmare, one soon to join your tribe after you broke her of her bad habits, and brought an end to your loyal service to High Chief Yukyuk. That lard tub had eyes, but he failed to see the truth of what he tried to grasp. The broodmare you were breaking, the chattel put to work, all of them belonged to Revelation, and Revelation alone.

Bad goblins who sought to take what belongs to Revelation deserve to be punishment. Yours came in the form of her very own sword piercing your chest, and with it came an offer of redemption, for Revelation is merciful. When you accepted her essence into your soul, your heart filled with greater understanding and purpose than you could have ever known.

Now your kukri serves Revelation's ends.

The red cap you put away when you became Warmaster returns to your head, a refreshing purpose coursing through your veins. Protect her broodmares. Protect her chattel serfs. Kill her enemies. Mutilate the survivors and send a message to all who would oppose her that their foolish opposition shall bring only ruin.

For now, however, you must map the caverns below. Such brilliance and insight from Revelation, to draw the caverns on paper that she and her forces would know its paths before walking them! Something that thick-skulled and useless High Chief would never have thought to do. It just goes to show you that [she is the Way and the Shade].

"Whom are arrayed-standing before me?" you demand of your fellow goblins.

You recognize their faces, the crinkles of their brows and hooks of their noses, the wobble and flop of their broad stout ears. Of the goblins given an end upon Revelation's blade, only six embraced the redemption she offered. Yourself, of course. The battle twins Yikyik and Yakyak with their fearsome heavy picks. The ever stalwart shield bearer Borbor the Elder and his son Borbor the Younger. Last, and almost certainly least among your company: that spoony bard, Toktik.