Mad Gearhead

Velza Drennic earned her nickname behind the wheel. A fey goblin with more nerve than sense, she’s a natural fit as a courier for the Gobson Family, an organized crime syndicate run with strict ranks, tight schedules, and zero tolerance for failure. She smuggles contraband through New Gobson’s twisting alleys and the forest roads of the Broken Lands in whatever contraption she just finished building, and she’s reckless enough to test it at full speed and crazy enough to enjoy it.

Velza’s carts are half wood, half metal, and fully unstable. Some are pedal-powered and barely outpace a breeze. Others are packed with black powder and bubbling alchemy, their gearboxes charged to launch them like a steel keg of brimfire tumbling down a mountainside—fast, loud, and always one jolt from detonation.

The Gobson Family doesn't care as long as the goods get delivered. So if you catch a blur of green hurtling toward you, accompanied by shrieks of laughter and the snarl of grinding pistons, don’t stand too close. Velza’s rides don’t always come equipped with brakes.