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Currently
recruiting:
Recruitment,
both open and social, is now open again! Check our
recruitment thread for current vacancies.
You can
apply through a template
found here.
Blackrock
Diving School (formerly
Midnight Storm) is well-known in Azeroth for its lava diving and
survival courses. BDS divers carry the most respected and sought-after
scuba credentials in Kalimdor and Easter Kingdoms. The unsurpassed
quality of BDS materials and the widespread acceptance of our
certification cards lead to an unprecedented expansion of the
organization.
With over 30 facilities covering reef diving in Zul Gurub to extreme lava survival in Blackwing Lair, we decided to enter another level (and dimension) and bring the joy of diving to Outlands. BDS Undead Survival courses in Serpentshrine, as well as Black Temple and Mount Hyjal Wildlife Photography tours, became instant hits. Following up on this we've enjoyed exploring the sewage in Naxxramas, skinny dipping in Yoggies pool, cave diving below the tournament and guild parties in Arthas' hottub.
Join us in expanding our experiences during Cataclysm!
Who
we
are and what we want
Blackrock
Diving School, much like its precedessor Midnight Storm, is based on an
idea of carefully selecting members not only in respect of their
raiding skills, but also on the basis of their social spirit and
willingness to be a part of a community, instead of just another
raiding guild. That means that in addition to raiding rules we have a
Social Code that members have to sign. Still, we consider ourselves a
raiding guild, not a social one, and progress is defininitely something
that we plan to maintain. After all, we have been raiding four times a
week for more than a three years now, it is in our biological clock
now. ;-)
Do
you have
what it takes to be a Diver? If so, you might find a new home here.
Moominir,
Dive Instructor of Blackrock Diving School
News Archive
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Once upon a time you totally wanted to join Blackrock Diving School, but you didn't. That was so lame. Then you realised you could still join Blackrock Diving School and experience many wonderful things!
You would enjoy not being yelled at by an enraged dutch lunatic raid leader. Of course, he's yelling at you, but Blackrock Diving School doesn't use voice chat for tactics, so you don't have to ask some other dutch player what on earth a "verrekte gratenk*t" is, because the only ones wondering why he's yelling, are his neighbours.
Instead of the yelling, you would be greeted by friendly ASCII boobs in raid warnings. And because there were complaints, also by friendly ASCII men-chests in raid warnings. And because that still wasn't enough, there will be ASCII hairy men-chests in raid warnings.
When you need that gear enchanted, you would just ask the guild bank.
When you need that flask in the raid, you would just take one from the cauldron.
When you wanted lobster in the raid, you would just bloody well eat it or that raid leader starts with raid warning boobs again.
When you wanted potions, you would just use your free ones from the guild bank.
When your gear got busted, you would just repair it courtesy of the guild bank.
When you requested that non-stackable item from the guildbank, you would receive it gift wrapped.
Did I mention we have a guild bank?
When you finally figured out the complex mathematics behind our EPGP-loot system, you would be decked out in epics.
So sign up now at our forum.
Blackrock Diving School - We Recruit Gnomes Too
P.S.
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P.P.S.
[ . @ . ]
One year of Cataclysm under our belt! We are still going strong, still doing 25-mans and very excited about what 2012 will bring us!
From all of us to all of you on Argent Dawn and elsewhere:
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
”Run, run, run
as fast as you can!” Bencylverni
chanted while bouncing around behind Lyrande. The druid was
carefully healing the warrior without getting attention from the angry
piles of bone and sinew currently being teased by the seasoned tank.
”The smell is really starting to get to me,
though I have a strange hankering for a good barbeque,” said Prejudice sardonically,
jerking her head towards the freshly resurrected Onyxia.
”Aye, she’s been through the mill a few
times that one.” Blackfox
did his best to breathe through his mouth, but he was dedicated to the
cause and with a snarl he locked his jaws around a hind leg and tore
off a strip of bloody tendons.
”How does she taste?” Dragel halted his axe for a
moment to look at his feral friend.
”Probably like fermented and hard-boiled dragon,
if I’m not much mistaken.” Zergg had blown up his
plumage and looked positively deranged as he sent spell after spell
towards the bedraggled old foe.
The warlocks were all busy commanding their demons to
the target when Spoonoid,
one of the priests, pulled Tyranyx
out of harm’s way:
”Watch out! Incoming bastard, two
o’clock!”
As Nefarian took his place in the ring of battle Lidye scrambled to get out
from under his massive wings. Suzue,
on the other hand, wondered how Spoonoid could be worried
about the time at such a moment in history.
”
Curse you mortals! Such callous disregard for one's possessions must be
met with extreme force. I hope you can swim... in molten lava!”
”Get out of my way! The lava is rising!” Kyllarone shifted from his
usual ursine self to an agile cat and sprinted towards a rising plateau.
”Diving in lava! How curious! It’s like
returning home, isn’t it?” Kielen laughed as she
crawled atop a pillar standing out of the deadly sea.
”At least no-one can complain about being cold
here. I don’t miss that about Icecrown Citadel!” Trira laughed and kicked the
prototype on the shin causing it to hop around swinging madly at the
other combatants.
”So true! I can show my tattoos in here!” Gabsia flexed her muscles
before punching the prototype in the stomach.
”Are you done yet?” Stalkey barked across the
sea of cinders. ”I have a desire to slaughter more dragons here,
guys!”
”Ahoi! Get on with it!” With clenched fists
Evertje
send a bolt of his own wrath at Nefarian causing him to slowly drift
back to the ground. As the disturbed dragon shot a nasty glare at the
druid Esté
shielded her with a shiny barrier.
Ganage
ran forward with an angry battle cry that sent shivers down Neroah’s spine:
”Darn, I always thought his braided beard would
muffle the sounds he makes… Seems I was mistaken.”
In blunt resourcefulness Brognir grabbed hold of the
nearest elf, who turned out to be Prejudice, and threw her at
the giant dragon. With a victorious cry she broke off several scales
with her dagger. Thracia
aimed a poison-soaked arrow at his pulsating flesh and as the rogue was
thrown off into a wall she watched it sink deep.
Plukette
looked on as Nefarian lowered his head in desperation and charged at Drakom. Eikoni sent his shield
flying and the mage Magistros
had just enough mana left to create one last fireball. It hit the side
of the dragon’s head and with one last roar it fell to the side.
Their combined efforts had been enough to end the dark reign.
Once again, Nefarian was no more.
”What
the… Waddaya call this? You promised me vicious beasts!”
Ganage was in a strop already, and the sheer amount of Twilight
Cultists seemed to push him over the edge.
”Well, if it isn’t Mister Gwumpypants! Have something to
eat.” With one hand on her hungry wolf’s collar Norvia
shoved a basket towards the dwarf: grabby hands on the way securing
their owners a bite of cold crab.
”Is… is this thing alive still?” Evertje looked
aghast at the thought of eating living creatures.
”Yes, but we fattened it up on chicken feed from Westfall before
we dipped it in the basket,” said Plukette sardonically.
Magistros and Wobwoy were bustling with their cupcake-filled boxes,
trying to distribute them evenly among their fellow divers.
While adjusting her imp’s attitude Tzarina eyed the blinking crab
with suspicion: ”Does it still have its soul intact? I’m a
sucker for good souls.”
”Oy! Don’t you even dare! I refuse to touch soulless
things! Even if it’s just seafood.” Esté was
seconded by her holier than thou-teammates. ”We’d rather
starve!”
Valp was busy tucking yet another highly polished soul stone into his
bag when his attention was drawn to Drakom who was looking a bit pale.
”I wish we could all be friends. Sometimes, I just want a
hug…”
Stalkey and Blackfox looked close to tears but stifled their laughter
as Shahi went over to put his arm around the plated draenei:
”Don’t worry. We got your back in there.”
”Was that supposed to be reassuring?” Neroah had just
dropped her axe on Esmao’s foot and the dwarf was hopping around
swearing loudly. Lyrande was watching the scene with mild interest.
”Time to get the show started.” Bencylverni pointed a
twig-like finger at Brognir: ”Go wake the wretch.” He
nudged his head towards a plinth where an elf was laying upside-down,
snoring loudly and dripping poison all over the floor.
”Please do, she’s hurting my delicate ears.” Tantium
slowly shook his head and picked up his sword.
One of Thracia’s arrows shattered into the wall, stirring
Prejudice from her beauty sleep:
”Hic! Is it killing time yet or do I have time for another
drink?”
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