Warhammer Online Achievements - B
|Baked Tzeentch||Vulture eyes can disguise the flavor of even the worst meat. There are few things more potent than putrefied flesh simmering in a sauce made from all-seeing eyes. This is one combination that is sure to go straight to your head.|
|Beauty of Pain||Dark Elves are masters in the arts of pain. Reared in the harsh climes of Naggaroth, every Dark Elf that survives into adulthood has taken the twisted lessons of Malekith's court into their soul, gaining a distinct appreciation for the satisfaction of breaking a foe's spirit. It could be argued that the Dark Elf empire is built solely upon the broken bodies and souls of those who once knelt before the twisted king who wears the Circlet of Iron.|
|Been resurrected 1,000 times|
|Been resurrected 10,000 times|
|Been resurrected 100 times|
|Been resurrected 20 times|
|Been resurrected 500 times|
|Better Off Dead||The putrefying remains of Randulf Ackermann's dog Bruno are nothing the Empire soldier should be shown. Bad enough to lose his constant companion; Randulf should be spared the horror of his pet's undeath.|
|Blackthorn Crypt||The Blackthorn Crypt takes its name from the man who is buried within: Thomas Blackthorn, Wolfenburg noble and Knight of the Crown. A contemporary of such men as Markus Gebauer and Rudulf Hurst, Thomas successfully defended Ostland from several Chaos incursions before contracting a mysterious wasting disease that no doctor could cure.|
Rumors of the cause of his sickness circulated wildly, fueled by the occasional sight of his feverish face looking out of a second or third story window.
Maddeningly enough, Thomas proved too stubborn to die, lingering in agony for several years before finally entering Morr's embrace.
|Blackthorn Rite||Screams of agony erupted from the sweat-covered man writhing on the floor.|
Markus Gebauer's face was white and drawn. "I can't do this, Caleb."
"You must, Gebauer, or you will have consigned Thomas to a far worse fate than a few moments of pain." The apothecary spoke without turning, his entire attention devoted to lowering the squirming, purifying mass into the coffin at his feet.
Around the chamber four coffins lay open, a bag of questionable contents placed upon the skeletal remains within. As the last offering slid into place, the shirtless form of Thomas Blackthorn screamed anew.
"We've got to hurry. I don't know how much more of this he can take." Rudolph Hurst kept a tight grip on the wrists of his friend. Thomas had been caught trying to gouge his eyes out the night previous.
"Everything's ready. Markus, help Rudolph hold him down."
There was an eerie light shining in the apothecary's eyes, one which Markus Gebauer did not at all like. Caleb Neubenauf had promised he could cure his friend, and for that cure Markus would do just about anything. The aging trader baron sighed deeply and nodded before kneeling beside his tormented friend.
"I'll take his legs."
|Bleed it out||Whether you suffer from daemonic possession, covetous thoughts, or a bad hangover, bloodletting is a time-tested and Sigmar-approved method of getting out any kind of poison.|
|Blood Rite||The light of the nearby fire reflects off the blood-spattered Redhorn Skull as it slides easily onto the yellowed pile of bones at the base of the Riphorn herdstone.|
A howling wind picks up, circling the herdstone and bringing with it a familiar iron scent. Within moments the wind is gone, but you are left with the certain knowledge that your offering was accepted by the ruinous powers.
|Boneweave Cypher||The hide-bound tome contains a collection of foul writings, as well as a few more interesting pages. At the back of the tome, mounted onto the yellowing parchment, are what seem to be the ripped-out pages of an Empire text. They are instructions for some sort of soul-cleansing ritual, but without the other pages, you cannot be sure.|
|Borrowed Time||The watch is pristine, ticking perfectly. It has no mechanism for winding, running constantly of its own accord. Its hands track no time of this world, marking enigmatic moments and eras, instead. Holding the watch, you understand that it tracks not time, but time remaining, and you glimpse the understanding of the Last Upholder. When the ticking stops, all will be at an end.|
|Bosses||The law of greenskin status is elegantly simply, and requires none of the maneuvering necessary in the ranks of other races. Advancement is not possible beyond the fighting it takes to determine who leads. Whether or not theirs is an effective system of proving good leaderships skill is an entirely separate issue, although the constant rise in greenskin presence and population speaks volumes as to the efficacy of their methods.|
|Brotherhood of Nuln||Hieronymus hails from the mighty city of Nuln. Second only to Altdorf, the ancient port acts as a center of trade for all of Reikland, as well as a hub of academia. Recently, a shadow of fear has fallen over Nuln.|
Rumors have spread throughout the city that place responsibility for a large number of mutations upon the scholarly brotherhood of Nuln. In the absence of evidence, Hieronymus and his mentor were spared the indignity of a trial, but they were still forced to flee the walled city ahead of an armed mob.
|Bruno's Safe Return||The terrified mastiff lets out a joyous howl as he catches sight of Randulf Ackermann. Dropping his pike in surprise, Ackermann holds out both arms as Bruno hurls himself at his master's chest. Nearby soldiers can't suppress chuckles as the hundred-pound beast knocks over the man, covering his face with slobbery dog kisses.|
|Burdens and Bunions||Rambling and roaming, burdens are born and brought. Heed the trolls and troll the hills to happen upon the hauler of the heaviest, haughtiest, and hottest of air.|
|Butchered 1,000 corpses|
|Butchered 50 corpses|
|Butchered 50,000 corpses|
|Butchered 500,000 corpses|