Transion Vanadiumgear claims his earliest memories begin in the molten halls beneath Durnhollow, where dwarven smiths once whispered of the First Forge and machines that could dream. Abandoned and half-functional, he was discovered amidst rusted armor and shattered gears by a wandering sorcerer who saw in him a spark—literal and mystical. Repaired, reawakened, and renamed, Transion wandered the Western Mountains, absorbing arcane energy like a sponge soaks rain. Unlike other automatons, Transion’s magic did not come from programming or enchantment—it came from within, wild and unpredictable, as though the world itself breathed through his circuits. Fearless and strangely attuned to the emotions of those around him, Transion developed an uncanny insight into the hearts of mortals. Though his presence is often dreary—his voice monotone, his tales enigmatic—he draws people in like a whisper on the wind. He is a curious contradiction: a relic of the past wielding the unpredictable chaos of sorcery. Now roaming Renaris, Transion seeks remnants of the First Forge and others like him—automatons who might dream, who might feel. He follows drifting rumors, chasing echoes of forgotten engineering and lingering magic. But beneath his composed exterior lies a deeper mystery—a question he cannot answer: who gave him the spark?