Azeroth: Clash on the Raging Seas

Rowan Norvington, the only son of Kul Tiras's wealthiest family, could have spent his entire life in comfort and luxury under the protection of his father, Lord Adius Norvington.

"Daelin, my son and your daughter are a perfect match-a handsome young man and a beautiful young woman, made for each other. Why don't we..."

"My dear friend, my daughter is as good as your daughter-in-law! I approve of this marriage. Hic..."

As the sea's son-in-law, I'm really under a lot of pressure.

"Rowan, you're such a disappointment. As a son of Kul Tiras, you're passing up the military academy to build ships at a shipyard instead! If you won't even apply yourself, how do you expect to marry me?"

Disappointment from Jaina: -300

"My dear Lady Jaina, could attending the military academy have built a steel fleet like this?" Rowan stood on the deck of an ironclad cruiser. Across the sea lay the wreckage of the fleet that had boasted of being Zandalar's royal pride.

"What are you so smug about? You only won a naval battle. If you're really so capable, then come and m-marry me!" Jaina murmured shyly, pinching the corner of her sleeve, her face flushed red.

Happiness from Jaina: +520.1314

This time, we're skipping the magical adventures. Simply put, this is the story of a tide of steel crushing the Burning Legion and the Void Lords.