Sire Melk

Operates Sire Melk's Requisitorium in the Mourningstar's hub area.

Sire Darius Melk the Fourteenth, Lord of the Quartervast, Holder of the Endless March, Warden of the Crux Mortem, Thrice Decorated for Bravery by Lord Dolmar Martialis, and scion of House Straxamus is ex-Administratum and an unscrupulous, blue-blooded noble.

Sire Melk is an Inquisitorial acolyte in the service of Inquisitor Grendyl, in an administrative role of spies and data analysis. He prefers dealing with auric-class operatives whom he favours above upstart rejects. Zola introduces Sire Darius Melk as being responsible for "... collating and analysing reports from recon teams, Wyrmwood agents and loyal citizens who risk their lives delivering vital intelligence. Melk identifies priority targets, supply lines and transitory weaknesses in the traitor war machine."

In Tertium Vox Intercept I, Melk refers to Morrow as "that Armageddon feral hog" and personally fond of him, but shows deference when speaking to his face. He isn't personally fond of Masozi either, citing that she doesn't respect protocol. Although his haughty arrogance makes him look down and be derisive of nearly everyone that don't offer him an opportunity for personal gain. He seems keen becoming an associate of Hallowette due to their shared interest in shameless greed and underhanded activities.

Melk seems to have seen military combat at some point in his younger years, such as a nasty skirmish on Cymballa V. (Carnival - Warrens) He does occasionally let his pompousness fall to the wayside and cheers on Rejects in the heat of the moment. (Carnival - Mercantile)

Sefoni mentions that Melk is using teams to search for "something" in Tertium. What it could be is unknown and Grendyl may or may not be aware of Melk's secret pursuit.

The Rogue Trader[]

During Lady Alice's various unauthorized, personal missions, using Inquisitorial assets for primarily personal profit, rejects steal various valuable pieces of tech from the traitors, of which Alice plans to sell for personal profit. Melk often times joins in on assisting the missions for a percentage of the profits, at first bluffing he will notify the Inquisitor of this and then requesting a bribe for 'looking the other way' while these missions occur. In the end, these missions disrupt heretic forces in one way or another.

Sire Melk is also a hoping to arrange an audience with Shipmistress Brahms through Lady Alice. House Brahms is a strong and wealthy Rogue Trader House and Melk hopes to weasel his way into their graces for personal gain. Lady Alice conveys Shipmistress Brahms response to him, being "She said she didn't have time for social climbers. Her exact words. Then she said something about an asteroid." A resounding 'no', but Melk is undeterred still hoping to work his way into their circle.

Player Interactions[]

Melk's dialogue towards the player is either amicable or derisive, depending on the character's personality. He is amicable towards the Veteran Professional, Ogryn Brawler, Psyker Loner, and Zealot Agitator.

The male Zealot Judge personality states Melk has told him that his High Gothic needs work and seems keen for more favored operatives to put in a good word for him. The Brawler Ogryn isn't fond of Melk, stating that he wouldn't share his rashuns' with him.

Investigation of the Traitor Noble House[]

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In Tertium Vox Intercept I, Melk appears to know the identity of the traitor amongst the major noble houses of Atoma who has been assisting the heretics in accessing Archivum Sycorax. This unknown traitor likely aided the heretics in gaining access to the "Throneside" Archivum Comms-Plex 154/2f as well as wiping a portion of the records for Flow Control Hub Delta-12, which aided in the spread of the pox.

Melk also states "I wanted to do this cleanly. The traditional honorable way." when asked by a vox-worker if Grendyl should be notified of the noble traitor's identity. Is Melk's house native to Atoma? Does House Straxamus have some kind of relation, past, or debt to the traitor house or rogue noble?

One would assume he has some kind of respect or loyalty to make him consider thinking twice about not informing an Inquisitor about such important information. We can only assume it's one of the major Houses, Barquette or Margrave, with our current limited info.

Quotes[]

Sire Melk: This reminds me of a nasty little skirmish back on Cymballa V. Oh, fond memories ... (Carnival - Merchantile)

Requisitorium Intro[]

You may Address me as Sire Melk. I have been long in Inquisitor Grendyl's service, and I can assure you that he relies upon my exquisite judge of character. If you visit me from time to time, I will gladly furnish you with a mission contract commensurate with your ability. Complete these tasks and recieve a modest stipend of marks. Is that clear? Oh, what does it matter?

Mourningstar Hub[]

Hallowette[]

Hallowette: Melk? About arranging that meeting with the shipmistress?
Sire Melk: Oh, most excellent. I am in your debt.
Hallowette: She said she didn't have time for social climbers. Her exact words. Then she said something about an asteroid.
Sire Melk: Ah.. perhaps it will wait.

Hallowette: [Cough to Clear Throat] Lord Melk? That ... special consignment just arrived for you.
Sire Melk: Really woman ... Not over an open channel! ... I mean, thank you. I'll be along presently.

Morrow[]

Morrow: It's pretty clear that there's more going on down there than we thought, but I don't want to hear anyone spreading rumours.
Sire Melk: Indeed not! The very idea is literally unthinkable. [Sotto] That said, I have my concerns.

Morrow: It's pretty clear that there's more going on down there than we thought, but I don't want to hear anyone spreading rumours.
Sire Melk: Indeed not! The very idea is literally unthinkable. [Sotto] That said, I have my concerns.

Morrow: Lord Melk? I'm hearing our Flight Lieutenant's wanting to discuss protocol with you.
Sire Melk: Is that so? Well, protocol is a duty gladly shared... even with those who mock its importance.

Sire Melk: Sergeant Major? We really should speak about these performance reviews for your operatives. They are not encouraging.
Morrow: They still alive? Then the rest doesn't matter.

Morrow: Things are picking up around here, so Lord Melk will be advising on missions. Don't give him any lip, got it?
Sire Melk: Grateful for your support though I am, I'm quite capable of handling these ruffians.
Morrow: I guess we'll find out.

Sister Prine[]

Sire Melk: I hear you're interested in Atoman politics?
Sister Prine: I find them abhorrent, but necessary.

Sire Melk: Should you wander the ship take a bodyguard with you at all times.
Sister Prine: I can look after myself.

Sire Melk: Do not grow attached to the rejects. They won't be here long.
Sister Prine: All the more reason to show them some kindness.

Sire Melk: I hear we lost another strike team.
Sister Prine: We lost a good deal more than that.

Sister Prine: I wish I could join the strike teams.
Sire Melk: That is not advisable. You're worth more to the cause precisely where you are.

Sire Melk: Should you ever need to draw upon my experience --
Sister Prine: I will certainly ask. For now, I will do things my way.

Sire Melk: Things look desperate, I suppose, but we'll turn this around.
Sister Prine: Blessed Throne, may the Emperor deliver us.

Sire Melk: Did we ever find out what happened to that missing tome?
Sister Prine: A reject stole it. She has been ... reprimanded.

Sire Melk: I think it may be time to consider new tactics.
Sister Prine: Or any tactics at all, perhaps?

Sister Prine: I dreamed of the Emperor last night. A good omen.
Sire Melk: We'll need more than omens to win this war.

Sister Prine: Do not falter, Sire Melk. Atoma will be free.
Sire Melk: Indeed it shall ... so long as these rejects play their part.

Sire Melk: I'll thank you not to stare at me like that.
Sister Prine: I am not staring at you. You are standing in my staring place.

Melk: Of course, all this was easier back in my day.
Sister Prine: I'm am surprised you can remember. It must be such a long time ago.

Sister Prine: Praise the Emperor in all things!
Sire Melk: Indeed, praise him!

Sister Prine: Will Grendyl ever join us here, I suppose?
Sire Melk: Very likely, but only when we least expect him.

Sire Melk: Hmmmm. I don't like that. I don't like that at all.
Sister Prine: Spare us your portentous mutterings, please.

Sister Prine: How goes the day, Sire Melk?
Sire Melk: As expected ... but it shouldn't get any worse than that.

Sister Prine: You should practice politeness, Sire Melk. We depend on these rejects.
Sire Melk: And what, pray, is the point of giving them airs?

Sister Prine: Do you ever sleep?
Sire Melk: Sleep is for the young ... and the dead.

Reject Rumours[]

Male Fanatic: Ye know ... The more I see of Melk, the more I'm thinking he might be a sleekit crook.
Male Seer: Oh, I'm sure he's nothing of the sort. It's not as though the Inquisition recruits unscrupulous ne'er do wells ... I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that.
Male Fanatic: Aye, that's what I was thinking. Any organisation that be recruiting you would take anyone.
Male Seer: Yes, that makes a lot of-- Hey! Now that was very unkind.

M Agitator: I still cannot comprehendeth Melk's attitude.
M Loose-Cannon: Oh, don't fret it. Just another posho strutting about with his chest puffed out. Ain't no shortage of those.
M Agitator: Why art thou looking at me like that?
M Loose-Cannon: Like what? You're just in my eye line, is all.

Hiding Secrets

Female Seer: I know Melk's hiding something, but I don't know what.
Female Professional: He's ex-Administratum, ain't he? That lot are always on the fiddle.
Male Judge: He is the same as the rest of us. A lost soul in search of redemption.

Seer: Melk has lots of secrets. I can... feel... them crawling beneath his words.
Judge: Still he thinks himself a cut above the rest of us.
Loose-Cannon: I'm sure there's a way to exploit - I mean - empathize with the poor old coot.

Savant: Take it from me. Melk has secrets, I can feel their weight...
Fanatic: I hope ye not be crawling about inside the administrator's head witch.
Professional: Morrow had it right. No-hopers, top to bottom.

Seer: Melk's hiding something, you know. Lots of somethings.
Bully: Don't know. Don't care.

M Seer 1: Melk has lots of secrets. I can ... feel ... them crawling beneath his words.
M Cutthroat: Even when he says 'good morning' he sounds like he regrets letting that slip.
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M Seer: That Melk fellow has all kinds of things hidden in his brain ...
F Loose-Cannon: Really? I knew I liked him.
M Professional: We're a right bunch, aren't we? Throne, but Atoma's in trouble ...

M Seer: I know Melk's hiding something, but I don't know what.
F Cutthroat: He's like others of his kind. Too tied by the rules to engage with the living.
M Cutthroat: He's just another oddly shaped piece in this puzzle.

Loyal Servant

Bodyguard: Melk is loyal servant of Emperor, yes?
Judge: Loyalty is second amongst the virtues, after righteous hatred.
Bully: He's an old git!

Bully: They say Melk loyal is servant.
Cutthroat: Loyalty goes a long way in a set-up like this.
Bodyguard: Melk too smart for his own good.

Brawler: Figure Melk's alright. Sniveller? Yeah... but also loyal to Emp-rah.
Fanatic: It must be so, brute for him to hold his position.
Loose-Cannon: There's no one better placed to run a few scores and all.

Bodyguard: Grendyl trust Melk. Makes him faithful servant of Emperor.
Agitator: Dark times indeed that loyalty is seeneth as so scarce a virtue.
Loose-Cannon: Bet he's running a racket. Wonder if he wants some help?

Bodyguard: Melk is loyal to Emperor.
F Cutthroat: Aren't we all loyal servants?
M Professional: We keep to the straight and narrow, who knows. That could be us one day.

Bully: I like Melk. He loyal to Emperor.
M Judge: His deeds have earned no great regard from me.
F Seer: Grey and withered inside .. he's probably crawling with spiders, too.

Bodyguard: Melk is loyal servant of Emperor, yes?
Cutthroat: Loyalty goes a long way in a set-up like this.
Fanatic: His allegiance be not in doubt... but what of his faith?

Brawler: Melk Okay. Grendyl Trust 'em.
M Fanatic: It must be so, brute for him to hold his position.
M Judge: Too many have hidden a heretic's heart behind a mask of servitude.

High Gothic

F Judge: According to Lord Melk, my Gothic is badly articulated. How dare he?
M Fanatic: He's a cold fish. He doesn't understand the righteous fire of a good sermon.
F Fanatic: The man should spend less time planning and more time praying.

Judge: Lord Melk tells me that my sermon required more practice this morning! The audacity!
Loose-Cannon: Now, why ever would he do that?
Fanatic: The man should spend less time planning and more time praying.

Fanatic: That fellow Melk took issue with my vocabulary. Can ye believe that?
Loose-Cannon: Now why ever would he do that?
Savant: Melk's function is to communicate. Perhaps you could learn from him, Zealot.

Judge: It seems Lord Melk considers himself my superior in the pronunciation of the scriptures!
Bully: You make me head hurt.
Bodyguard: No, still do not follow.

Fanatic: According to Melk I be too uncouth in language to give a good sermon!
Savant: It's a little rich that Lord Melk of all people upbraid you for pomposity...
Judge: His babble is best ignored.

Pompous Sycophant

Male Professional: That Melk's a fussy little fragger, ain't he?
Male Cutthroat: Oh. His most nobleness-ness-ness, Lord Darius Melk?
Male Seer: Oh, stop playing games. You find him unbearable too!

Professional: I've had it up to here with Melk. Supercilious little bean counter.
Loner: My apologies, but I only know a Lord Darius Melk, the peerless crystallographic watercolourist and mentor.
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Professional: I've known some stuffed shirts in my time, but Melk's something special.
Female Agitator: Thou wouldst speaketh thus of the honourable Sire Melk, Grendyl's favoured administrator?
Female Loose-Cannon: That's right. Laugh it up. I'll not forget.

Professional: That Melk's a fussy little fragger, ain't he?
Savant: If you're referring to Sir Darius Melk, Lord of the Quartervast, then you may wish to heed your tone.
Loose-Cannon: Oh ... stick it where the sun don't shine ...

F Cutthroat: If you look up 'sycophant', you'll find Melk.
M Seer: You can't mean Lord Darius Melk. He's much too sophisticated for the liked of you.
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Guilty Diligence

Savant: Melk's diligence is obsessive. Almost... guilty, to my eye.
M Judge: Still he thinks himself a cut above the rest of us.
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Savant: Melk's diligence is obsessive. Almost... guilty, to my eye.
Brawler: Maybe hiding extra rations?
Loner: It's not really surprising. An Inquisitor's greatest power is leverage.

Sefoni's Rumours[]

Sefoni: Melk is a tricksy one. Don't be fooled by his bluster.
Sefoni: Melk is searching for something. Did you know that? Grendyl doesn't ... I think.
Sefoni: Don't tell anyone, but Melk has a secret team scouring the city. I wonder what they seek?

Player interactions[]

Replace Task

Keep it between us.
I wouldn't do this for just anyone, you know?
Ah yes, I can see why that would be a poor fit.

Purchase

Of course, I thought that would be the one.
Well ... If you're sure.

It's yours. Enjoy your time with it.

Positive[]

Greeting

It's refreshing to converse with one who knows their place.
Very well. Take a look.
Who am I to stifle ambition?
Good morrow.
Delightful to see you.
Rannick believes you're capable of great things. Either way, you'll settle a wager.
Aha! I was wondering when you'd stop by.
These assignments are for accomplished operative only.
Make thorough examination before accepting.
You do have a fine opinion of yourself don't you?
My authority comes direct from Inquisitor Grendyl. I'll be sure to speak of your successes.
You may find something suitable.
How may I assist you?
We are all servants of Inquisitor Grendyl.
Take my advice: not to disappoint in your duty.
Rannick has authorised a mission suited to your talents.
Oh, very well.
Excellent. I'm sure your just what we're looking for.
We may proceed. Whenever you are ready.
I stand ready. What do you need?
Delightful to see you.
Very well, take a look.

Farewell

Hail and farewell.
Do the Emperor proud. I know you will.
Fortune find you.
Return in glory, my friend.
Nothing to say? Nevermind. we'll drink together on your return.
You will perform splendidly, I'm sure.
Atoma owes you a debt.
For Terra and the Throne.
I will be here upon your return.
How soon they leave ...
You are an inspiration.

Idle Passerby

I think I have just the contract for you.

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