Gobblegoo

Gobblegoo is a peculiar sight even among the ragtag crew of Greenwood Housecleaning. A Morlock goblin of advanced age, his sagging grey skin is dotted with liver spots, and his few wispy strands of hair struggle to cling to his mottled scalp. His oversized front teeth jut like rat fangs from his perpetually drooping mouth, and his milky cataract-covered eyes give him an almost ghostly appearance. Despite his frail demeanour, Gobblegoo is remarkably spry, shuffling about with a creaking cart laden with treasures crafted from the spoils of countless hunts.
The cart itself is a marvel of goblin ingenuity. With a series of levers, pulleys, and collapsible shelves, Gobblegoo unfurls it into a mobile display of goods: gleaming swords forged from volcanic wyrm scales, cloaks stitched from enchanted hides, and trinkets brimming with latent magical energy. Though his eyesight is nearly gone, Gobblegoo’s gnarled hands work with surprising precision, handling each item with care as he presents them to potential buyers.
Though mostly quiet, Gobblegoo mutters to himself in a language of half-words and snorts, occasionally cackling at some private joke only he understands. His loyalty to Gil Greenwood is unwavering, and he follows commands with dogged determination. To outsiders, Gobblegoo might seem like a pitiful old creature, but those who underestimate him quickly learn that his sharp mind and vast knowledge of magical goods make him an indispensable part of Greenwood’s operation.

runs the Gobbagoo's Gift service for the Shatterbrand.

When you enter the grounds where the Beast of Dhamthurrin lay, a gaggle of goblins and crewmen are tearing the creature apart with hacksaws and crude tools, at this point there is little more than a skeleton which is also being crated up and put onto carriages. 

A group of Morlock goblins are being led by a thin man, a grim looking fellow with slicked back dark green hair, a jacket with the phases of the moon blazoned across the shoulders, bedazzled with fake gems as well as a necklace with an emblem of two crossed keys, the sigil of the Syndicate.

“Hey how ya doin, Gil Greenwood, at your soyvice. I was hired by our associate Watcher, we worked together running pickups years back. The jobs simple, kid. We hears abouts a big thing yous guys dealt with, we get in there, get’er hands dirty and in a one two pop, we gather up the goods and procure the procurements to any craftsmen or dealers we see fit. Some bits we move through our local fence painters to get things across city lines, get coin for the excess and ship that back to your Blackroost establishment on yer lil island paradise. Some of this stuff is worfless, even if it’s da hide of ah great dragon or a stinkin’ pig. We send all we harvest around to our people who have a knack for the fings we knicked. They take stuff and we delivers it back to you mens and dames to stock up or stock out. We get our honest days pay, gets to keep the junk, take a slip off the top and you get an assortment of new trinks and treasures to continue your adventuring stuff. “

He snaps his fingers

“Gobblegoo, show em the goods”. A small, grey skin morlock goblin who can barely see pulls an oversized cart. He has a few thin greying single strands of hair and two incisors that resemble rat teeth. His muted purple cataract eyes barely see shapes let alone any colour. The tiered cart begins unfolding with shelves and unfurling clothes racks, revealing a much larger inventory of crafted goods from various kills you have completed. Some stuff from Cynthia, Venerax and now pieces crafted from the Beast of Dhamthurrin. These guys apparently work quickly.

Current Location

Arboran

Species

Goblin

Ethnicity

Morlock Goblin

Aligned Organization

Greenwood Housecleaning

Other Affiliations

• Syndicate