Reedy Cleats

Goblin Tinker, Unwelcome Entrepreneur, and Foreman of the Stronk Squad

Reedy Cleats is a wiry, foul-smelling Goblin with leathery green-gray skin, oversized bare feet, and a craftsman's apron stained with soot, ichor, and something that definitely smells like spoiled onions. His mortal mien sports a wild shock of rust-colored hair that sticks out from beneath a leather welding cap, and his eyes gleam yellow in the dark whether or not the viewer is Enchanted. Tools of dubious intent hang from every loop on his apron—one looks like a cross between a blowtorch and a dental drill, another hums softly like a snoring cat. A long scar curves across his lip, always twitching with some unspoken mischief.

Wherever Reedy goes, he’s usually flanked by two shadow-lurking companions:

• Glunge Barrelknee, a sallow-skinned brute with a voice like a clogged drain. Glunge rarely speaks, but when he does, it’s often to mutter equations in an unknown language.
• Picklegrim, a goblin so small and twitchy that most fae mistake him for a feral animal. Picklegrim’s speech consists mostly of rapid whispers and teeth-chattering giggles. He is known to ride around inside an empty oil drum strapped to Glunge’s back.

Together, the trio operate out of the Fortress of Stronkitude, a loud, clanking, smoke-belching hovel built into a converted railcar adjoining an abandoned steel plant off the Opportunity Corridor. Inside, crude Goblin tech chugs and groans in chaotic rhythms. The place smells like burnt rubber and haunted pickles. Mortals instinctively avoid the area, though a few desperate contractors have claimed they’ve bought “solutions” from the place that actually worked—though never without side effects.

Reedy claims to have studied under “the last great Goblin master of the Iron Cogs” (a likely fiction), and offers his services to Kithain—particularly those of the Moondog Barony—with slippery terms and heavy caveats. He maintains that his Gnoblin Gnotes, which magically transcribe any conversation into a binding goblin-contract, are “100% transparent and ethically sound,” though most who do business with him feel a little slimier for it.

Legacy

• If approached with a problem, Reedy may offer a “fix” or a “solution” using Goblin engineering. The results are often wildly effective—but morally ambiguous, socially disruptive, or outright terrifying.
• If wronged or slighted, Reedy and the Stronk Squad may deliver retribution in the form of “industrial pranks,” such as weaponized lawnmowers, cursed vending machines, or oaths hidden in receipts.
• If respected or indulged, Reedy can be surprisingly cooperative. He harbors a strange affection for certain Moondog traditions, particularly the “fuh-fuh-fuh” (Free Fae Fandango), which he once tried to sponsor via a glow-in-the-dark raccoon parade.