June 15th, 2008 - Illidari Council

"Ah, it would seem like the bunch of drunks that call themselves the Diving School have reached us! Come then, show us what you can do!" yelled Gathios the Shatterer, the leader of the four blood elves that called themselves the Illidari Council, now standing before the group of heroes. "Why is he calling me a drunk?", Gotregh said in a hurtful voice. "That's probably because you are carrying a beer keg with you", Sevalle remarked. "Alright, looks like this will be the place of our next battle. Assume the positions!", Elmir yelled. The hunters quickly untied rest of the kegs from the pets, while Iziss and Valp quickly set up a picknick umbrella with a barbecue grill underneath. The rogues amused themselves in their usual way, by throwing smoke bombs and flash powder at the branches of tree-druid Moominir.

"Right! Let the duels begin! Who's first?", Xsathra stepped forward and shifted into a huge bear. Gathios just smiled knowingly. Suddenly the air around him consolidated into a shape of a blood elf rogue. Veras Darkshadow looked stupefied as his exquisite daggers broke on the thick fur. With viscious speed he unsheathed the sword on his back and brought it down on the druid. The severed blade dropped to the floor with a metallic clang. Xsathra produced his best bear smile and growled menacily. Veras vanished in a cloud of grey smoke. After a few minutes, Gathos said "Alright, it doesn't look like he is coming back. Who's next?"

"Ah, you must be Elmir," said Gathios to the tall druid standing on front. "Husband of Nemene, aren't you? I heard she is a great kisser." Wobwoy dropped his portion of spare ribs and almost emptied the content of his stomach, as the screams filled the chamber. The rest of the Divers turned away their gaze and tried to concentrate on a nearby wall. A very large bear, soaked in blood, walked slowly over to the group, leaving behind him a puddle of red-stained cloth, armor and some nasty-looking organic pulp.

Meanwhile, the blood elf who labelled himself High Nethermancer Zerevor was staring like a dribbling monkey at Plukette's chest, who had slipped into one of her more... revealing outfits. "I thought we agreed that there would be now fights between men and women?", he asked. "Oh, but there are none", replied Plukette in a deep voice while unleashing a horse-sized fireball at the elf. Eliondir demonstratively attempted to grill his marshmallows over the still-burning remains. "Has anyone seen Lady Malande?", Iziss asked. "No... and Moonwhisp appears to be missing too", replied Tor. Lady Malande and Moonwhisp showed up a week later at the Lion's Pride inn in Goldshirem half-naked and fully drunk...

LAVA DIVING IN STYLE!

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 Karazhan, as well as Serpentshrine and The Eye 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

June 8th, 2008 - Mother Shahraz

"Shoot her! Shoot her!", Livithium whispered. "I can't shoot a woman in the back!", Narzuul answered, "it's not honourable". "May I point out that this... woman has six arms and a sword in each of them?"

The group retreated around the corner and pondered the tactical situation. "Listen, we might be able to avoid bloodshed altogether. After all, among our ranks are real masters of courting and seduction", Ravager said. "Jonashar, Moonwhisp, Thanduril, perhaps you could... convince her to simply let us pass?" Jonashar seemed a bit embarassed at the suggestion. "I forgot my goldpurse..." Ravager supressed a facepalm. "No, no, this is not Goldshire. You won't have to pay. Not with gold, anyway..." he added quietly. "And me! No lass can resist me!", roared Torghrim shaking his rifle. "Sorry, Torgh, you provide an... olfactory disadvantage." - "A wha?" - "You are too valuable to risk", Karyani added quickly. "Oh... yes, I guess I am", the dwarven hunter nodded, looking pleased with the assesment.

The paladin, the druid and the warrior slowly walked up to Mother Shazrah, trying to ignore the extra arms and hellish appearance. The demon spoke "So, business... or pleasure?". Thanduril and Jonashar simultaneously took a discrete step back and Moonwhisp suddenly felt himself oddly exposed. "Erm.. hello.. fair lady", he stuttered. "We would kindly ask passage to..." - "Holy Gnomeregan! Look at that cleavage!", Jonashar exclaimed happily. Things went downhill from there...

May 6th, 2008 - Archimonde

"Grampa! Tell us about the battle of Mount Hyjal!", the rascals gathered around the fire shouted. "Hmm, again? Fine, fine. It's a good story and I was THIS close to actually participating in it!", Grampa showed on his fingers exactly how close he was. The children seemed a bit sceptical. "So there were the heroes! The dwarven priestess Pharra, exiled from Ironforge for her interest in dark magic. Gulfwin the Ferocious, one of the best duelists in Azeroth. Plukette, the first male ever to be accepted to the sorceress school in Dalaran. Torghrim the hunter from Dun Morogh mountains, who is rumoured to defeat his opponents just by placing himself against the wind. Elmir and Xsathra, a pair of giant druids of the Claw, possessing unnatural strength. Eliondir, a young elven rogue, known for his appetite for ale and skillful with the lute. Benes, the fair-haired warrior, master of shield combat. And many others, equally brave and famous."

"The vile demon Archimonde stood no chance, but the battle wasn't easy. Three days and nights they were locked up in combat at the World Tree, aided by Tyrande and her troops. They were burned by fire, thrown in the air, withstood dark magic and crushing blows. In the end the demon fell and the world was saved. My powers would have helped them but alas, I was delayed in Goldshire by... important matters. It's a different story, though, and one you won't hear until you are all grown up. Now go to bed, my dear grandchildren! Shoo!". The kids whined and begged for more, but eventually collected their things and exited the inn in an orderly fashion.

"Surely not all of them can be your grandchildren?", the innkeeper asked as he walked over with a pitcher of mead. "Oh but they are! Twenty five children I have, not counting the illegitimates, and thrice as many grandkids! Jonashar the Fertile, they used to call me back in the Order..." - "Aren't the paladins supposed to maintain celibacy?" - "Yeah... nowadays...", Jonashar said grudgingly.

April 18th, 2008 - Reliquary of Souls

The seasoned band of adventurers led by the mighty, if somewhat rugged, bear Elmir, had fought their way bravely through innumerable ghosts. They didn't dare to stop as each time they did, more and more ghosts came… Finally they were at the stairs they had heard about. Here their treasures were to be found!

What was this? It seemed empty… A sort of cage at the far end of the room was the only thing to be seen. Plukette, the beautiful mage, searched suspiciously for any enemies to blast into oblivion while Thanduril tested the sharpness of his sword.

The cage suddenly burst open and a wailing head came flying towards them. "This is only the beginning" it wailed while putting an aura of suffering on them all. "No healing here", shouted Drum, the holy priest, and burned the head with holy fire. Everyone attacked: healers, casters, melee, tanks…. Everyone. Soon they saw the effect of their efforts. The head disappeared but a new one, the essence of desire, came instead. "Jonashar, don't stop healing!" ordered Morq. Tamerel kicked hard, Sevalle stole her spells and soon the essence of desire fled. But the essence of anger was already on its way towards them. "This will be the test of our skills", muttered Summit the hunter to a shadowy short, stout woman next to him. Pharra giggled and began her vampiric embraces.

The fight was heated but short. After less than two minutes the head lay dead on the floor, together with half of the raid. The survivors just looked at each other and gasped. "We made it… we made it… we really made it…" Elmir, his usual practical self, said in a matter-of-fact voice: "And now for the treasure".

April 12th, 2008 - Gurtogg Bloodboil

Gurtogg put down the fascinating second tome of "Arcanum Philosophum" and removed his spectacles. There was some commotion coming from the barracks. As much as he loved his Friday book nights, sitting in his armchair sipping on a glass of wine, he understood his obligation towards his Fel-low Orcs (he enjoyed a good word pun as well). He was a strict believer in management by inspiration and enjoyed the esprit de corps in the unit. The one thing he hated was the mascarade. He couldn't help his size, but having to paint his body red and pretending to babble maniacally about blood and gore... To a card carrying member of Orgrimmar Mensa Club it was somewhat below his dignity.

But it was important to keep up the appearances. So he did just that and went to check what all the noise was about. What he found was slightly puzzling. A group of humans, dwarves, elves and those little funny goblin-like creatures led by a talking tree was slaughtering his companions in all physical and magical ways possible! Gurtogg felt genuinely angry at that and so he yelled: "What is the meaning of this? They have families, for heaven's sake!"

That caused the group to pause for a second. The goblin-like creature (only more pink) asked: "What did he say?". An elven female, enveloped in a dark half-transparent aura that made Gurtogg's eyes water, answered: "I think he said << Grrgrgrrr! Bloood! Must drink blooood!! >>". People always heard what they wanted to hear. Gurtogg closed his eyes and concentrated. Other fel orcs called him Bloodboil after a certain ability that he has been granted...

"Can you feel this? My body feels a bit... ticklish", Benes said in an uncertain voice. "Ticklish? It friggin' burns! My veins!", Iziss was jumping around leaving marks on her arms with long nails. "I don't feel anything", Cerelandra shrugged. "That's because there is sap flowing through you right now! Hey Gulf, how come you can take the pain?". Gulfwin took a big sip from his hip flask and hiccuped, his nose growing more red: "Ah, the trick is not to have all too much blood in your veins to begin with..."

March 11th, 2008 - Shade of Akama and Teron Gorefiend

Rawth was walking through the dark corridors of the Black Temple. Unlike during previous visits, this time he felt fear. For he was all alone, without his trusty companions at his side. He missed them, even the farts of Torghrim's silly pet. The darkness started to dissipate a bit, as the gnome warrior entered a terrace within the structure itself. It took a while before he noticed a tall figure standing on the other side. A frightening figure. Rawth knew who it was. It was the death knight Teron Gorefiend. He was supposed to fight him.

They exchanged blows in fast tempo. Teron's size advantage negated by the agility of a gnomish body. However Rawth's adversary was already dead, and therefore felt no fatigue. Backed into a corner, the warrior had to parry a flurry of blows. One of them got through and Rawth screamed in pain as the blade sliced clean through his arm.

Teron spoke: "Join me and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to Outlands. - "I'll never join you!", Rawth shouted. - "If you only knew the power of the dark side. Obi-Kroe never told you what happened to your father." - "He told me enough! He told me you killed him." - Teron pinned the warrior with his gaze "No. I am your father".

"But I'm a gnome! I don't even resemble you!" - "Err... that's true." - "Well then?" - "Hmm, I was expecting somebody taller..." Gorefiend said scratching his head, "I always wanted to say this line, you see..." - "Well it doesn't sound very convincing under the circumstances! Can I get some bandages, please?"....

Rawth sat up on his bunk. He was in the guildhall and the only sound he could hear (because it blocked out all other sounds) was the snoring of Gulfwin. "Now that was one fudged up dream...", he said.

March 3rd, 2008 - Azgalor, Najentus and Supremus

"This simply won't fit here", Deeva looked at the guildhall's trophy shelf. It wasn't so much of a shelf as a whole wall covered in heads, tusks, talons and other unspecified bodyparts from various entities, some of which haven't been even named by the scholars of Azeroth. "Can we... put it down now?", Grandell groaned trying to hold up the giant head of Az'galor together with Thanduril. Rawth did his best to support it from below which in combination with his gnomish posture produced a comical effect. "No! The floor is newly polished! Take it outside and wait for Mångrus to apply her conservation spell", the enchantress ordered.

Grumbling and shuffling their feet, the group carried it to the front of the building. The passersby in Dwarven Quarters have become used to the odd behaviour of adventurers inhabiting the hall, but suddenly they began to display a strange urge to walk on the other side of the street. Trayion was sitting on the entrance stairs with a wooden mug in his hand. "Whatcha drinking?", Grandell asked putting down the head and wiping the sweat off his brow. "Fresh milk from our very own cows!" "Err... we only keep poultry, we don't have livestock." "Sure we do! Milked them myself!" "Well now that you mentioned it", Rawth interrupted, "Moom did invite a couple of Tauren druids from Camp Narache to teach him the bull form..." "Ha ha, funny...." Tray put down the mug hesitantly, "So how come we are eating lamb and pork chops every other day?", Thanduril wondered. Everybody's gaze concentrated on the mage. "What?... You don't think we will waste all those polymorhps?"

In the coming weeks the food-related revenues of The Gilded Rose Inn have quadrupled, prompting the owner to retire in the sunny town of Booty Bay...

February 12th, 2008 - Kaz'Rogal

"Aha! I recognize you! You are Thrall!", Quickben pointed at a massive orc standing in front of the biggest Horde tent watching the adventurers that mystically appeared in the middle of his camp. "Indeed I am. And who might you..." "I saved your butt just last week. In Durnholde Keep." The orc chieftain's jaw almost dropped. "That's impossible, friend. The last time I saw the Keep was two years ago. And you certainly weren't there". "Actually, it was more like six years ago", Narzuul interrupted. "No, silly!", Mefis started to draw imaginary lines in the air with his daggers, "He doesn't know that today for us is not today for him." "By the way, almost everybody here helped to save you in Durnholde. Some did it even several times. But you wouldn't remember, the same forces that brought us here have erased your memories of any outside interference during the rescue", Lyrissa explained helpfully. The rest of the adventures nodded eagerly.

Thrall was beginning to feel slightly confused, but decided it was best to agree to whatever these harmless madmen were saying. "In that case I thank you profusely. You will always be welcome in my house." Burgos sighed, "No, we won't. I tried to sneak into Orgrimmar just yesterday. You gave the guards order to, and I quote, bring you my bald head to use as a drinking cup." "Yesterday? Orgrimmar?" "That's the city that you founded... will found. After we help you win this battle", Éildean watched to confusion grow on the orc's face. "You must understand that today actually happens before yesterday." "Speaking of battle", Kroeton interrupted, "it is best to move into defensive positions. The first wave will be here any moment now. "What wave? We have no reports of enemy movement!", Thrall protested. "Oh, they will be here in three... two... one..." The sentries on the pallisades surrounding the camp blew their horns in alarm...

February 5th, 2008 - Rage Winterchill & Anetheron

Jaina Proudmoore looked in amazement as a magical portal opened up in the middle of her camp. She quickly ordered what was left of her troops to surround the circle of light as a precaution. Fortunately the shapes emerging from it were not demonic. They were rather... a bit drunk. "Wooooow, look at this place!", Darkchylde exclaimed looking around. "Oh yeah, a great place for a picnic for sure", Valp started setting up a barbeque immediately. The rest of the group spread out across the camp peeking curiously at the soldiers. An incredibly handsome green-haired druid approached the stunned Jaina. "Greetings, Jaina Proudmoore. I am Moominir of the Blackrock Diving School. We are a group of warriors sent to your aid by.... ". A beachball bounced of his head accompanied by giggles from the partying group. The night elf sighed quietly and continued. "... by the Bronze Dragonflight. We are here to fight the Burning Legion at your side."

"Erm... good to hear." The puzzled Jaina said, throwing a fast glance at the group of mages and warlocks playing cards in the shade of what appeared to be two Trees of Life. "Moom, who's the babe? Holy smoke, she has huge... I mean, she is huge!" a dwarven paladin with "DA REALE TOR" carved into his chestplate was studying her from head to toe. "Moooom! Xsathra is drinking all the ale!" A huge bear was lying on his back craddling a beer keg and slurping the liquid. Jaina was starting to doubt the combat worthiness of this bunch...

January 15th, 2008 - Kael'thas

"Oh, this is so fascinating! Please tell me more about the Sunwell!", Nemene fluttered her eyelashes and stared at Kael'thas with a somewhat unfocused gaze. "Of course, my dear, what would you like to know?", the blood elf king leaned across the golden table and poured more tea into Nemene's cup. "Anything, really. In fact, you don't have to talk at all. You can just sit there and look pretty..."

"Nemene!", a sharp shout came from the other side of the huge chamber. "I thought you were supposed to scout ahead? Invisible? And return in, oh I don't know, less than four hours maybe?" Elmir looked at his wife with disapproval. The blood-smeared and smoke-stained party of Blackrock Divers behind him didn't look very impressed either. "Err... I... ", the mage's cheeks turned red. "Are you in any way associated with this group of dirty stinking delusional creatures, dear?", Kael'thas asked, prompting Gotregh to discreetly smell his armpits and mutter something about frequent baths shortening one's life expectancy. "No!... Yes... Kill them! I mean, him!", Nemene's finger aimed itself at the blood elf after a short period of hesitation. An arcane missile shot out from it. Kael'thas smiled...

"Wimp....", Horjii managed to whisper trying to stand up next to Kael'thas body, now cold and very immobile. The draenei still hasn't regained his sense of balance after dropping thirty feet to the floor. "Yeah, easy-peasy!" Daemoniron grinned joyfully, exposing a new gap in his front teeth caused by an unlucky hit from one of the possesed weapons. "Sorry, guys, he must have mind controlled me at the beginning", Nemene said with shifty eyes. "Funny, I didn't detect any mind cont.... ow!", Burgos got interupted by a quick kick to the ankle. "No matter, the important thing is that all ended well. With us getting richer, that is", Kroeton nodded. "Now let's check what he is wearing under that robe...."

December 20th, 2007 - Doomwalker & Doom Lord Kazzak

Kroeton wiped the sweat of his forehead, miraculously avoiding hitting his eye with the screwdriver in his hand. "Alright, it's done. Xsathra, Moonwhisp, take the device and try to make it stick to his head." "Eww, it's covered with ooze!" "Yes, that's the point, it will stick for sure. Now go!". The two druids morphed into majestic eagles, lifted the mechanical device with their talons and flew off in the direction of the biggest fel reaver Outlands have ever seen - the mighty Doomwalker. "Did your team disabled fel cannons in Black Temple?" Kroteon asked Daemoniron who tried to look very busy while lying on the only soft patch of grass in whole Shadowmoon Valley. "Hmm? Oh, not really, no. Been busy with Winter Veil preparations. Don't worry, they are agile birds." The paladin went back to chewing on his pipe.Ten minutes later two eagles covered in soot landed in the camp. "Hey, I thought fel cannons was supposed to be disabled?", Xsathra asked. "Oh dear, they must have fixed it really fast, I suppose...." Daemoniron said without looking at them...

"Ok, place your bets! This should be interesting...", Darkchylde stood up and turned to Divers sitting on the cliff overlooking the Throne of Kil'jaeden. "20 gold on Doomwalker!", shouted Morq. "50 gold smackaroons on Kazzak!", countered Heradir. Darkchylde collected all the best, noting everything on a piece of parchment. "Alright, all bets are in place! Kroeton, let the games begin!" The gnome approached something that looked like a complicated mechanical steam-powered console and started to manipulate the levers. The ground began to shake, then the Doomwalker emerged from behind a hill and started walking towards the Throne. Halfways it stopped and tried to do an awkward dance, which brought cheers from the observers. Then it continued towards the Throne when where the huge demonic posture of Doom Lord Kazzak was looming. Regardless of the outcome, The Divers, watching the confrontation from a safe distance, were sure of one thing. This is gonna be the best Winter Veil ever!

And with this story Blackrock Diving School wishes all folks on the Argent Dawn-EU realm Happy Holiday! :-)

December 4th, 2007 - Solarian

"And who might you be?", asked Astromancer Solarian in surprise. Iziss answered, "Oh High Lady! We are just humble practicioners of the demonic arts who wish to draw from your infinite wisdom", he bowed his head thanking his Kurenai disguise for concealing his grin. "We know that to become an apprentice of yours one must show his dedication. That is why we offer you... him." Valp, also posing as a Broken One, pushed forward a freshly scrubbed and oiled Jonashar, who didn't seem to feel especially out of place wearing a loincloth instead of his full plate armor. "High Lady, we know how high you value corporeal pleasures and this specimen is nothing less but a member of the famous Blackrock Diving School. I am sure that he will satisfy your sublime tastes". "You haven't forgotten the poison vial, I hope?", Valp quickly whispered into paladin's ear. "Hmm? Oh, no worries. I am, err, very eager to execute this mission.", Jonashar was already assesing the challenge in front of him...

"It's been a week now! I'm telling you, something has gone wrong!" Viviann was nervously pacing back and forth in the Diver camp set up in the shadow of the mighty Eye. "Aye, we might start thinking about taking revenge for Jon's blood!", Gotregh added. "Wait, what's this?" Xsathra pointed towards the sky. A graceful netherdragon was slowly descending from the sky towards the camp. On top of it sat... "Jonash! We were so worried, lad!", Dyne crushed the paladin in a might hug. "Where did you get all this fancy stuff?", everybody was looking at the golden silk robes and jewellery that Jonashar was wearing. "Oh this. She gave it to me. I guess she must have been satisfied with my... services", he grinned and adjusted his belt, "I'm telling you guys, I had the time of my life. I learned a thing or two as well... mostly for personal use, though." Cerelandra rolled her eyes and Ellisandre interrupted "Yes, yes, but what about the mission?". Jonashar's grin slowly disappeared from his face and got replaced by the look of sheer terror. "Oh crap... I forgot to put the poison in her drink...."

November 23rd, 2007 - Al'ar

"Now now, remember not to hit the small cute birdies", Nemene reminded everybody with a stern voice. "But they are friggin' hurting me! Oh dear gods, my bark is on fire!", Viviann kept jumping around while Cerelandra swung her branches at the flame-covered avians. Nemene solved the situation by conjuring a giant ball of water and dropping it on both druids. "They are small, they mean no harm. They just want to play a bit", the birdies seemed to be fascinated by fiery patterns that Nemene created in the air with her fingers.

A large thud was heard from the other corner of the room. "INCOMING!" Lyrissa shouted as she flew past them, smoke coming out of her armor and burnmarks on her face. Morq waved his arms around and all injuries disappeared. "That bastard can pack a punch. Warning for low-flying paladins!" she managed to say just a second before Saemund crashed into the wall next to her. "Screw that! Enough is enough! We do it my way!", Anherion kneeled next to his poison box. "Neme, conjure me some of those biscuits..."

November 20th, 2007 - Lady Vashj

"Ok, on a scale from 1 to 10?", asked Kroeton. "Hmm, only about a 5...", Mosefund responded looking through his binoculars and chewing on hic cigarr. "Are you kidding? She is totally hot from the waist up!", the gnome shouted. "She has snakes for hair, for pie's sake... Oh hi, Ellis!". "What are you boys talking about?" Ellisandre wondered stepping up to take a look at their future target. "Tactics.", Kroeton said without hesitation, "we were just discussing placement of our snipers". Mosefund chuckled and resumed the surveillance of the platfrom upon which the queen of Naga had her lair...

"I can't move it!!", Tor screamed as he tried to avoid Vashj's lightning bolts. "What! They are a size of an apple!", Elmir mauled an elemental and assumed human form right next to the paladin. Despite using all his musclepower the giant druid could only manage to roll the tainted core on the ground. "Ok, let's try together. Push!" The core propelled by two pair of arms started to roll faster on the platform. "Agi, look out!" Aginda turned around and barely managed to assume treeshape and root herself in place before the core bounced off her harmlessly. Together with Pharra they managed to roll it into a shield generator. "Ok, three more to go, fellows!" Quickben's voice thundered above the battlefield.

"This wasn't that hard", Pharra wiped out the gore of her face. "Hey, guys, check what I made!", Valp ran over to show everybody a necklace consisting of Naga hearts on a string. Narzuul was wandering about the battlefield looking for any unbroken arrows. Jonashar tried to wake up Moominir who fainted at the first sight of blood. Mosefund placed a boot on Vashj's corpse and shouted "Divers! Serpentshrine Cavern is ours! We saved Azeroth... again! Now let's have beer!".

November 3rd, 2007 - The Stranglethorn Marathon!

On Saturday afternoon a group of Divers assembled at the Ironforge gate. Despite the cold they were wearing nothing but their tabards, generating a few interested looks from curious bystanders. After a short warmup, which included pushups and downing big quantities of ale, they set off on a marathon race towards the goal: Jagueiro island in Stranglethorn Vale.

The lead changed many times In this fascinating race that took them through half of the Azeroth and included a lava jump at Blackrock Mountain. But the first constesters to set foot on the island were Morq, Heradir and Neroah! In violation of all construction regulations bronze statues were erected in their honour. Thus concluded another successful BDS social event! Thanks for attending, everybody!

September 25th, 2007 - Leotheras the Blind

"EVERYBODY HAS THEIR INNER DEMON!" Leotheras shouted and chaos erupted. Mosefund was attacked by a crazy hairy monkey with a bowel movement problem. Shadiun was being beaten into a pulp by a huge rulebook, while Moominir was screaming "Not in the face!" while being slapped around by a mean-looking weeping willow. Kroeton just stared in silent awe at his identical mirror image, except for the long flowing shiny hair on his head. And Plukette... he discovered that his fake breasts weren't fake after all. It was only a beginning...

September 19th, 2007 - Karathress

"... so now you know what Vashj means by 'Kar's big mace'!" The gurgling sound of naga laughter echoed in the halls of Serpentshrine Cavern. "Aah, we will really miss your stories, Kar", Sharkkis said wiping away tears of laughter. "But if there is somebody that earned a comfy retirement it is you", added Caribdis. Tidalvess gurgled something, nodding his head. "Yes, it will be really nice to come back home. I bet all the eggs are hatched now and I have a few hundred kids to take care of. Not to mention my ten lovely wiv...." Karathress' eyes grew wide before he toppled over and fell to the ground, an arrow sticking out of his neck.

A hundred yards down the corridor Saladir lowered his bow. "Ah crap, I was aiming for the short one!"...

"September 1st, 2007 - Magtheridon

Gothwald was observing the orcish warlock closely."Just look at his concentration! He completely ignores our presence." The eyes of the orc barely shifted, sweat dripping from his forehead, as he and his associates continued to put all their focus on maintaining magical ties that bound the gargantuan beast in the middle of the room. Gothwald waved a hand in front of the warlock's face but that did not provide any reaction either.

Dunren spotted the danger from the corner of his eye. His rogue apprentice sneaked quitely behind another orcish warlock and slowly extended his arm to reach into the pockets of his robe. "Elio! Noooo...!" - Dunren shouted, but it was too late. Five shadowbolts were already travelling towards them...

"August 26th, 2007 - Morogrim Tidewalker

"Arghblrgblrgblrg!!" - The sound made Shahi spin around clutching his mace. His eyes glew with madness. "Bwahahaha! You fell for it... again!" - Shadiun never ceased to draw amusement from imitating sounds of various creatures, with an especial fondness of murlocs. "Have mercy, man! I am seriously traumatized when it comes to this sound. Ever since that faithful day in Wetlands..." - One could notice that it was a sensitive topic for the paladin.

Another "Arghblrgblrgblrg!!" made him swing his mace backwards with fire in his eyes. "I thought I told you to cut.... !!" - his voice died as he noticed Shadiun's body lying still five paces behind him. Over it stood the biggest murloc Shahi has ever seen. Together with his buddies...

"August 17th, 2007 - Void Reaver

"You broke it!" - Kroeton shouted with irritation. "I did not! It broke itself!" - Zhorak kicked the repair bot for more emphasis. "It probably just needs a bit more oil. I heard squid oil is the best." - Valp winked in the direction of Neroah, earning himself a smack with draenei's tail. "Where are we supposed to find oil in this OCD-clean tower of glass??" - Jonashar smashed his hammer against the nearest wall.

"Guys," - Plukette said, rubbing his beard with one hand and clutching his purse with the other - "I think I found exactly what we are looking for..." Everybody peeked around the nearest corner...

"August 7th, 2007 - Hydross the Unstable

Captain's Log. We came across a tainted elemental trapped in a purifying beam of magical energy. It seemed harmless enough, but it was also guarding an odd console. A console that Nemene just had to tinker with! So we killed it and its buddies. However, the purifying beam gave us an idea....

"Let me go, you bastards!" - Mosefund shouted trying to free himself from the ropes. "Take it easy, Mose. It's for your own good. And ours." - Aginda rooted him in place. "It's a medical condition! No amount of purification.... oooh, this feels really nice..." - Mosefund's tone changed as he got hit by the magic beam. And soon the legendary farts were nothing more than stories to scare new trialists with...

"August 1st, 2007 - The Lurker Below

Captain's Log. We have ventured into a mysterious reservoir hidden under a lake in Zangarmarsh. It was inhabited by odd-looking, and yet strangely attractive, naga priestesses. We set camp on a small floating island. Alas, we didn't know that Something was Lurking Below. That Something must have been surprised when we one-shotted it and set up a barbecue.
PS. Elmir looks odd in his resistance suit..."