Redemption at the Goblin Caves

My first trek to these caves was terrible. These caves, though naturally occurring, seem to be designed to drive men insane. Not I, strangely. I feel more at home in this place among Amberlune's children than back at camp. My last adventure here, I found my allies to be more dangerous than the goblin filled caves. I should not blame them, they are humanoids, and are filled with personal agenda, jealousy & greed. And governed by fear.
 
This time was different. This time there were no goblins, and I was not shot in the back by an ally.
 
We began our journey by visiting the mystical creature that takes the form of a woman in the water. I prayed to Amberlune for her protection on this journey. My Lady heard my call and sought fit to grant me a boon, one I do not understand but appreciate none the less. We set about our journey, Myself, Belanor Valmoria, an anoralfar of some apparent repute from Midgard, Gnar Bor, a infantile and feral ithilalfar, Lulubell Turem, a gnome capable of high magic, Guy Templeton, a loud chatty human, and lastly Oculo Fulgarum, the human with bad eye sight.
 
Three days to the cave, three days of traveling with this strange bunch, finding game to feed them, and learning what I could of them. Some of them had been to the caves previously and disposed of the goblin threat, my redemption may not come. We arrived, the group deliberated as to which cave to enter next, while they argued, I found large foot prints, Giants? Trolls? Ogres? Unsure, and a large four legged clawed beast, might be a bear, unsure.
 
We chose to hunt the large footed creature, a bear's cave is his home, Amberlune would not allow us to disturb him. Followed the footprints into one cave, we immediately found the bear and Gnar decided to poke the sleeping bear, my hands weren't quick enough. Amberlune was merciful, this bear was dead, this child was spared. I must do my best to take this child under my wing, I'm unsure of his story, but he cannot be allowed to continue to roam the world without guidance.
 
My new sword warned us of coming danger. Ogre, my guess was correct, unfortunately. The dead bear was a trap, smart Ogre, not good. Oculo flew into action, chaining it in lightening. I wished to burn away this Ogre but was accurate in my attempt, fine than, the blade for him. Spells and arrows where fired, Gnar proved useful with his blades, the "Jarl", whatever that may be, proved capable in the fight, my blade stuck the final blow, Ogre intestines smell awful. Smart Ogre, had a large organized stash of coin, not too bad.
 
The group deliberated more on which cave to enter next, Guy entered first with the flying cat friend of Lulubell. The feline will not speak with me, sadly. He returned retching over some stench, humans.... I scouted next with the flying cat, it still won't speak to me, sadly. I found the source of the stench: dead, rotted, acid-melted flesh, not good. My comrades join me in the natural stone hall that lead to a room with a crystal clear pool of water, in a cave. Images of that mimic entered my mind, shook them for the moment. We entered the room and again my sword warned of a near-by threat....from above, Oozes!!! Not Good!!!
 
Despite their efforts, we dispatched the slime at the cost of some of our metal swords and armor. Not a big deal, but must have my armor repaired before I adventure out again. In the water, we found an expensive goblet. We returned to town, traded the goblet for some spells scrolls and coin. I have heard that someone here is a building a druid grove to Amberlune, I will aid in this, My Lady deserves an altar here.