Forger

In the smoke-choked camps of the Goblin Horde, the Forger bends iron scraps into cruel invention. Horseshoes ripped from fallen cavalry, pots stolen from villages, even broken blades are hammered into jagged spears and serrated cleavers. Nothing is wasted; every shard of metal becomes a weapon, every twisted gear a trap.   Their forges are little more than pits of burning muck and charred wood, but from that chaos come weapons uniquely goblin: clubs studded with nails, axes with uneven edges that bite deep, armour plates bolted from mismatched tin.