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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.

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 year 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

 



From all of us to all brave denizens of Argent Dawn-EU server! May your lewtz always be phat!




”LET ME AT HIM!” Evertje’s voice carried far in the frozen halls of the Citadel. A shadow of the owlbeast glinting deep within her eyes. “No! We must prepare if we are to vanquish the King of the undead!” Norvia hissed through gritted teeth. Holding back a determined chicken is serious business. “Yes, do you know how many hours I have to dance at the Kit-Cat Club to finance my repair costs?” Thelanthas glared angrily at his fellow druid. “Oooh! That place has great ale, and the prices are reasonable too” said Ganage absentmindedly, before clapping his hands to his mouth and reddening violently. Dimcrokcold and Arillium hastily put their faces in shadows and avoided any attention. “Whats wrong with dwarf girls?” cried Gotregh impatiently. “Unless they sprout a tail and a pair of horns they’ll never be as desirable as me.” Beléwien readjusted her tail-ring with a gleeful look at the dwarf. Quellar turned to have a look at her own ring, to find it missing. Eliondir leaned against a wall, twirling his daggers and looking innocently pleased with something.

Haniz puffed out his chest and whispered to Tarnlak; “I don’t think the tall ones have much charm, really.” The dwarf snorted with laughter and quickly wiped some spittle off the prepared food; “Eat fishies!” Bencylverni ventured to ask: “Can’t you bring some soil next time?” “Soil? Don’t be silly! Fish has nutrients enough to sustain even trees in a long fight! And just think of all the time our cooks have spent sweating over the frying pans to bring us this meal!” Narzala handed the tree a grey piece of fish. “And yet, that isn’t doing wonders to my appetite…” Plukette's mind was forced away from dance lessons and back to reality by the small dispute.

“Teehee! I can’t wait to hold Frostmourne!” Brognir had barely time to grin wickedly before he was slapped squarely across the face by Eminentia. “Dimcrokcold and I feel that if anyone is to touch that cursed blade it will have to be one of us. We are, after all, filled to the brim with the holy light." “Yeah right!” Nervana took a break from grooming her pet. “I usually hang back with you healing types, and I’ve seen you use a certain pain-spell on friendly targets when you’re bored. That’s just evil.” With a sigh she turned back to the wolf. “I’m sure we’ll all get a chance to hold the sword.” Valp was doing his best to look grown up, and Tzarina did her best to support him.

“Are you done with being silly, yet?” Enerdhil tapped his foot impatiently. “Ehrm.. Yes. Why?” Neroah tried to silence the rest of the group while looking surprised at the fact that the rogue was able to string so many words together. “Well, I thought you’d all like to know that Drakom is running like a madman towards Arthas .”

*Panicky rattle of armor and weapons and people banging into one another*



”Wow. That vampire sensation sure stays with you for a while, doesn’t it? Eliondir looked a bit pale. “Hmm… Whaaat?” Enerdhil was absentmindedly licking the blood off of his daggers and not really paying attention to anything around him. Etri was busy rummaging around in Professor Putricide’s pockets. “Oooh! A trinket!” He was flattened to the ground by a flying hunter. “It’s miiiine! Give it here!” A shriek could be heard from over by the caster group. “Oy! Get off!” Secsy used her big owl belly to bump the struggling elf off the shaman. “Why do the hunters always do that? Don’t they ever learn?” Beléwien glanced at the situation infront of her with dignified resentment. "Nah, ye can’t really expect them to understand anything once they’re trained. Not got the capacity, ye know.” Ganage happily shares his wisdom with anyone who cares to listen. Linte ran around picking up a few items that had fallen out of the professor’s pockets during the fight. “Oh! This one is nice!” She threw herself aside and narrowly avoided being run over by the hunter. “Could someone strap that elf down?” Bencylverni and Plukette volunteered, and a frost tomb and some thick roots allowed for a smooth auction.

“Where to next? We must surely be closing in on Arthas now?” Nervana was studying a ragged map. “Errr, not sure but I think it’s this way.” Arillium took off up a hallway, but froze when he heard a “click” underfoot. “We’ll ambush them from behind” “Who failed at disarming the traps!?” Giwien slapped a ghoul with a branch and Dimkrocold hurriedly healed everything in sight. “AAAAAARGH!” Vaalyr came bounding up to the fight and struck anything that moved, friend or foe. Tzarina ducked to avoid being slammed into the wall and set her demon on the crazed death knight. Tyranyx thought it best to stay at a distance along with Tor who sat comfortably inside his protective bubble.

They hacked and slashed and stunned to the best of their abilities and managed to strike the opponents down. Nervana slowly looked up from her map while exclaiming: “Oooooh wait a minute! It’s this way here. I held the map upside down! Ehrm... What are you doing?”




"Huzzah! Lets skin this dragon!", shouted Niekoh. "No no", Narzala tried to explain patiently, "Valithria is our ally. We have to save her." Niekoh was silent for a second before he spoke. "Now listen here, goat. I was fighting dragons before you even crashed on this world. I slew Onyxia, Eregos and Keristrasza. I know that dragons exist to be fought and looted, not to be saved. You wouldn't get far in Blackwing Lair with this kind of hippy attitude." "Hey, I like hippies, they hug..." "Shush, dirtmuncher!" Moominir backed away in a reconciliary manner and concentrated on looking like a tree, which he was very good at.

"Go on, lads, get your strength up before battle. I caught and cooked it meself", Baradin unwrapped a foul-smelling package and started handing out its content. "Barad, this fish has three eyes...", Linte remarked after closer examination. "And this one seems to be an old slipper", Belewien added. "Can't help it, lasses, I lost me spectacles while fishing. But the recipe is practically unchanged, the spices will mask the texture." Norvia sighed and discreetly handed over her portion to her pet. The beast sighed and discreetly dropped it in Arillium's backpack.

"Heroes! Lend me your aid! I cannot hold them off much lonegr! You must heal my wounds!", the dragon's voice boomed across the halls. "She called me a hero...", Drum said showing signs of excitement. "Ok, people, time for battle. Kozuki, go first to disarm the traps". The slightly-intoxicated rogue stumbled a few steps forward and sneaked around the corner. A metallic click was heard, followed by an agonizing scream. Calixaticus rubbed his palms together and gripped his sword. "Excellent, the path is clear. Chaaaaarge!"


Another year has passed and what a cold and snowy year it has been! We managed to save the world countless times again, this tine in Northrend, and had great time while doing that. On behalf of the Officers we would wish you a very mellow Winter Veil! May your lewtz be phat and may you meet more lovely people online!

HAPPY WINTER VEIL 2009, ARGENT DAWN-EU!!


"Nonononoonononono!", yelled Sevalle and set off running. A set of stone spikes emerged from the ground missing the gnome mage by inches. Another one appeared at the spot where Sevalle was just a second ago. It looked like a train of rock spikes chasing a small screaming ball. Ekthelion shouted, "Run through the ice!". Sev jumped on the nearest icy patch, sliding under the belly of a giant ant-like Nerubian spawn and between the legs of the rogue. A horrible creaking noise sounded through the chamber as the burrowed Anub'arak hit the underground ice.

"Heads up! More ice incoming!", despite meager size Linte's voice boomed in the cavern. A glowing blue orb exploded covering the ground with ice. Cingosa looked with dread as her totems vaulted over and rolled to the side, right under Giwien's feathery feet. The frenzied owlbeast sent them flying at the nearest spawn.

"Bugs go squish!", roared Anherion, holding tight to Anub'arak's neck. His other hand was plunging a dagger repeatedly between the monster's chitin plates. "Such a buggy encounter", replied Baradin sending arrow after arrow, taking sips of Dwarven-made Coppr Bru in between.
Ganage managed to sneak under the monster's torso and plunge an axe right in the soft spot on its underside. He only managed to bubble split-second before Anub'arak's legs buckled and the huge body crashed on him.

"Sometimes you are the bug, sometimes you are the windshiled", remarked Vaalyr, who felt left out of post-combat puns.

 

Arillium hacked and slashed at the tentacle wrapped around his waist. His hits lacked power since being lifted off the ground prevented him from gaining steady footage. He was not the only one, other Divers was struggling to free themselves from the grip as well. Although some looked as if they enjoyed the proximity of slimy objects...

A shadowbolt passed close to his ear. "Hey, I said >free me<, not >kill me<! Watch your..." He never finished the sentence. The whole chamber turned into a flash before his eyes and suddenly...

...suddenly he was sitting in an inn. The table in front of him bent under the weight of roasted pigs and flagons of mead. Which did little for him since he was dead for many years, but Sadowkill, Narzuul, Norvia and a few other Divers seemed to be overjoyed. This feeling was further enhanced by a band of minstrels and all the topless serving wenches. Considering that just a second ago they have been fighting one of the Old Gods it felt oddly out of place. And yet so right...

The blow for the tentacle never came. Instead a gentle breeze ruffled Bwanna's fur. He slowly opened his eyes. He stood on top of a grass-covered hill. The view was breathtaking, with more hills and a glimpse of sea on the horizon. Next to him stood Moominir, Bencylverni, Giwien, and Neroah, equally stunned by the mellow scenery. It felt so nice...

Maxxuud, Ganage, Tor, and Gulfwin felt just as confused when they appeared on top of a huge pile of gold and gems. It definitely felt right...

Wobwoy, Valp, Iziss, Darkchylde and other more intelectually inclined found themeselves in the most secret library of Kirin Tor. It couldn't be better...

Benes found himself tied up like a hog, naked and chained to the wall in a soaking dungeon, being smacked on his bottoms by succubi wielding wet selleries as whips. It felt so calm and fulfilling...

And then Drum finished Yogg-Sarron off on his own and all good things came to an end.

Mimiron didn't expect company in his workshop. "Oh, my! I wasn't expecting company! The workshops is such a mess! How embarassing!", he grumbled.
"Sif... was Sif here? Impossible! She died by my brother's hand. A dark nightmare indeed...", Thorim said strolling in.
"OBLIVION!", Kologarn greeted everybody.
"Tragic... to come so far... only to fail", Hodir looked at Thorim with concern.
"Such a waste...", said Freya with disappointment.
"Some things are better left alone", added Auriaya.
Mimiron decided to regain the initiative before the discusion strays off too far from cordial small talk. "We haven't much time, friends! You're going to help me test out my latest and greatest creation! Now, before you change your minds! Remember, that you kind of owe it to me after the mess you made with the XT-002!"
"I need time to reflect. I will aid your cause if you should require it. I owe you at least that much, Thorim agreed.
"Thank you, friends, your efforts have yielded some fantastic data! Now, where did I put-oh-ah, there it is...", Mimiron grumbled again.
"OBLIVION!", Kologarn shouted with glee.
"Fertilizer!", Freya bit back.
"You waste my time!", Auriaya started to head for the exit.
"It would appear that I've made a slight miscalculation. I allowed my mind to be corrupted by the fiend in the prison, overriding my primary directive. All systems seem to be functional now."
"Can't you at least put up a fight!?", Thorim was surprised to see him give up so easily.
"I can fix that. Or, maybe not. Sheesh, what a mess...", Mimiron wasn't in a mood to argue.
"YOU FAIL!", Kologarn felt he was being left out of the conversation.
"Enough! This ends now!", Hodir had enough of this nonsense.
"Hm...outplayed", Mimiron conceded defeat. Suddenly Kologarn tapped him gently on the shoulder. "Master, they come....", he pointed at Blackrock School Divers emerging from the tunnel.
"There is no escape!", Auriaya shrieked in high voice.
The chamber exploded with panic.


Esmao lied on his back in a pool of cold water. His armor was steaming despite the cooling effect of the liquid. "How are you feeling?", the voice came from Gwinneth's concerned face hovering above him. She was flanked by Bencylverni and Moominir, looking equally concerned as far as it is possible for trees. "What... what happened?", Esmao groaned. "Bwanna had to knock you into this pool to prevent you from melting. He might have done it a bit... roughly. Let us help you up."

By the looks of it, the room they were standing in was a huge forge. The rest of the Divers were pillaging through the remains of a molten giant. Which vaguely corresponded with Esmao's memories. He remember several oddities. Like Maxxuud shooting Ganage from a catapult. Like Tyranyx pulsating with light. Or Xsathra wrestling a dragon with scales sharp as razors. Or himself being thrown into a slag pot. This place was very confusing. Secrets of the Titans or not, he would prefer that Heradir ordered them to direct traffic in Stormwind or organising soup kitchens in the Plaguelands.

Sudden sounds of disgusts coming from the group made him turnaround. Gotregh has just materialized in one of those nifty teleporters scattered across the complex. He was standing naked, without any attempt to cover his private parts. "Gotr... er... I think your armor stayed on the other side of that teleporter..." The dwarven warrior looked down and said, "Never mind, I'll get it later".


"Alright, people, stay silent. We are here only for the eggs", whispered Heradir, crawling on the rocky floor of Sartharion's cave. The huge black dragon seemed to be napping in the middle of it, and so did his three drake companions. They weren't careless, they did post guards in the cave, but all of them have suffered unfortunate, yet totally soundless, accidents. "But but but, what about the loot?!", Maxxuud did his best not to scratch his golden armor on the stones. "Shush, dorf! This is about saving the good dragons and the world, AND surviving. We want to get out alive", Tyranyx poked the paladin with her wand.

The eggs were gnome-sized and covered in golden scales. "Hmm, you think... it's real gold?", Anherion already started to calculating black market value. "Let's see...", Niekoh gently poked the egg. Suddenly a small lizard-like shot through the shell and buried its teeth in the dwarf's hand, chainmail offering no resistance. Niekoh turned pale, then turned red, then looked as he was going to scream. The group froze in place, preparing for getting exposed, but the paladin clenched his jaws quickly. "P-p-please remove t-t-this whelp, it has d-d-daggers for t-t-teeth...", a grunt came from his mouth. "No way! This way it will keep quite. Don't worry, we will heal you later... maybe", Ysandrel winked.

The Divers divided themselves into pairs, each pair grabbing an egg and carrying it carefully towards the exit. Xsathra, in his bearform, was able to drag two eggs on his own. Niekoh took position as rearguard, with the dragonwhelp still hanging from his arm. Then disaster struck.

"Excuse me...", a voice boomed across the cave, "what exactly are you doing with the eggs?" The adventurers turned around and found four pairs of dragon eyes staring at them. "Um... we are moving them to a safer place", said Baradin eyeing possible escape routes. Xsathra quickly sat down on Niekoh, concealing the whelp. "Yes, I can see you are fond of dragons... seeing as one of you is sporting a cloak made of Onyxia's scales!" The group looked at Bergina who was shuffling his hoofs. "Oh mighty dragon, would you accept this offering of a goat...", started Noadidi diplomatically, but it was too late. The dragons attacked...


"Watch out! They are incoming from above!", shouted Heradir. Hooded silhouttes on floating disks swarmed around the group of adventurers. Norvia quickly placed an arrow in one of them, while Anherion followed up with a throwing dagger. The shape tumbled to the floor and the disk kept skidding along until it stopped at Wobwoy's feet. The mage stepped carefully on it. "Hey guys... it's still hover...", the rest never heard the end of that sentence, since the disk suddenly sped up taking the howling Wob away. "Great idea, Wob! Divers, grab your swords and jump on the disks! Take out the ones far away!", Ehril took charge quickly. Narzuul brought another of the shapes down and Rawth placed himself on its spot. Qvistus jumped on Rawth's shoulders and together they began unleashing a four-armed typhoon of fury. Cerelandra firmly planted her roots around another disk and followed them.

"ENOUGH! If you intend to reclaim Azeroth's magic, then you shall have it... ", Malygos' voice boomed. Suddenly the floor exploded and the adventurers started to fall down into an endless void of pure nether, screaming like a bunch of... voicing their concern about the current situation. Just as Kreya was going over his last will (containing an old gnomish army knife and a small bag of dry morrowgrain), she felt a tug and suddenly found herself on the back of a red drake. Similar creatures carried other stupefied Divers. Ganage found himself staring into his dragon's eyes. It asked "Aren't you the one shooting both red and blue drakes outside Wyrmrest Temple?. "Errr..", before the paladin could respond the dragon knocked him from its back with the tail and caught him by his belt with the talons. Sounding like an oxe being flayed, Ganage got carried towards victory...