Building a Sunwell Carrier by Hand in Azeroth

Marcus wakes up to find himself in Azeroth, in the autumn of the eighteenth year of the Dark Portal.

The plague is less than a year away.

The good news: she has an AI.

The bad news: it has no database, is stubborn as a mule, and she has to assemble it herself.

Even worse: it eats like a horse.

Still, it's not a big deal.

While the neighbors stockpile food, I'll stockpile guns. We've transmigrated, so who's still going to play the good citizen?

Then one day, Marcus sees the AI hard at work at the table, muttering to itself. She leans over for a look:

Lordaeron -> Ashbringer (crossed out)

Shadowforge City -> Fire Elemental power (crossed out)

Silvermoon City -> Sunwell core (crossed out)

Silithus -> Void Energy (crossed out)

Caverns of Time -> Bronze Dragon time authority (crossed out)

Wailing Caverns -> Emerald Dream technology (crossed out)

Cataclysm -> Deathwing (his bones aren't ideal as building material, but there's plenty of Earth Elemental power, so it'll do)

Marcus looks at the only thing not crossed out, the Sunwell, and thinks for a moment:

"You know, we've already done so much. How about we save a few people while we're at it?"

AI: "Which users need saving?"

"The prince who still has a fiery heart and knows how to get angry, Arthas.

The graceful, gentle eldest princess of Lordaeron, whose heart is dark beneath the surface, Calia.

The Mograine who has just taken up the Ashbringer and hasn't yet been stabbed through by his son.

The proud, spirited ranger-general who will one day be left with nothing but resentment, Sylvanas.

And the girl who personally sent her father to his doom and would eventually go white-haired overnight, Jaina."

AI: "Recommendation: Save them all."