(wanted to add to your addition, I couldn’t resist!)
The kingdom of Stormwind, named after the blistering gales that kiss the Elwynn coast that greeted the First Men of Arathi, also gives its people plentiful fish, to which the kingdom made its riches from.
In its early days, men waded into the open seas to catch fish, praying to the gales for a bountiful catch that day. To which the sea provided.
However, one day its men weighed their nets, and fished further into the depths, where the winds bellowed, warning them to stay back. Ever vigilant, the men refused.
Then the winds calmed, far too quickly. One by one, their boats sank, the fishermen drowned with no trace, not so much a sound. One young man rowed to shore as fast as he could, a firefly floating behind him, thrumming lowly. As he reached the shallows, the thrumming exploded into a loud roar as the seas beneath him rose.
Two great fins like demon’s wings rising, the firefly was flanked by two staring orbs of green. A mass of scale and muscle stood behind it, a thousand teeth staring back from within its maw.
With one swift swing, the beast clawed away at the fisherman’s boat, flinging the caught fish back into the sea, until the boat was nothing but splinters. Staring back, the beast huffed at the man, and silently waded back to the depths.
The next day, bodies of the other fishermen washed ashore, their hands and legs bitten off, with a creature of a thousand teeth.
From that day, the fishermen of Stormwind knew better than to take more than their share from the seas, and to heed the call of its winds. For when the seas calm, and a lone firefly flits across the water’s edge, the Lord of the Depths is sure to follow.