Light Ice or Black Ice, how about a snowcone?

[Jak Mar]

The beryl glow of the divine angel, Mar stood in place of none other than the home of Dwarfholm, the home of the dwarfs.

The eco warrior’s short-lived angel form whisper from existence as he turned to face the shorter but rugged dwarven man and tomboy woman standing next to each other.

Rardoli Mineshield took on a more rugged jarring brown beard, 5 feet tall and showed off his rough blue eyes, showing how long he had survived the often torturous conditions of the Frozen Fields. His silver armor shone.

He was the first to grit his teeth and point at Jak himself.

Ererer rungrar rost ròbîr kablang dust koträs, öl ketîr zill úngl zâddist, rostarkim kêbkir zårlatererer rersîr zanel zâddist osal ognób rek kàlrast dust iztozdëzstib.ererer

English translation of Dwarf text( “So you look like an elf, why should we trust ya?, your race is rather… flighty and always singing instead of doing a real job.”)

Jak eyed the troll and frowned “Because I am not a elf, but also a prime to boot. He pointed at himself “I can handle anything you can throw at me.”

The trolls muttered among themselves as the eco warrior was pacing trying to keep himself warm.

The armored dwarf eyed Jak and turned, “lzak Rost rareg zanel kobem, zil dêr'irtan mot zòlug rít rost kàlrast öl rost savot relzak.

("You cause any trouble, we won't hesitate to cut you down where you stand.")

Jak raised an eyebrow, the dwarfs spoke a different language than what he was used to.

The eco warrior raised an eyebrow and nodded.  

Lucky for him, one dwarf seemed to translate what they were trying to say in other terms.

The lady dwarf had an axe slung over her shoulder and turned toward the Wastelander. ““Mot'esesh rungrar rungrar rek mot korlal zeg REMZAT!relzak (This guy is a monster! He’s been in DA over the last few years!)

Rardoli turned to the wary lady chatting in private elzakketîr zil gamil mádkik koträs relzak. (Should we trust this prime?)

The lady looked back at the long-eared prime and discussed secretly with Rardoli “There’s a lot of primes out there, who knows what this guy’s capable of?”

Rardoli looked over at the colorful Wastelander out of place and had the eco warrior sit near a fire pit of some sort, just enough to keep the hypothermia away. Jak finally felt the heat and rubbing his hands near the fire pit to keep warm as he listened contently “Thank you for the warmth. Now explain what your business is and what’s in it for me?”

The woman eyed him with a slight growl but stopped when Rardoli stopped her “Elves are on our side, you understand we are a little weary. Our town razed by trolls who want nothing more to kill our dear leader and fight us.”

Koträs eskul ur kal adek, rost arôlsavot zil eskul dust tokmek zil. Kal amost kir rilarrilar rashgur mezik alkob öl räd ingstëb zonmil zòlug vagúsh kal asen erar zanelbardum ungrib ererer.

The eco warrior looked up as he warmed up “So you’re saying if I want to see your leader, I have to bring back an artifact of importance?”

The lady crossed her arms and frowned “Yes, something from the giants or a troll husk.”

Radoli nodded and eyed the lady. She stopped Radoli from speaking any longer and blinked for a second “Trolls are not a friendly bunch if you know what I mean, if they know you are on our side. They will kill you.”

Jak crossed his arms, still rubbing his hands near the fire. “I love artifact hunting, this is what I do well.”

Radoli stood up, his armor shining in the light “What’s your name warrior?”

Jak eyed Radoli and stood up “Name’s Mar.”

Zarha looked up and nodded “Not only that you have to find a deposit of cobalt, wumpa hide and the tusk of a troll. If you do that, we might let you see our leader, King Bruenor Battlehammer even if you do get lucky.”

The eco warrior nodded, considering the long journey he was about to partake might be dangerous, as dangerous as fighting a giant demon with Dante. He remembered what had happened. The long-eared man frowned to himself as the Son of Sparda disappeared without a trace leaving him to fight the demon all alone which seemed like a typical Friday night journey for the hero.

The man turned to the trolls “I appreciate your hospitality, but I will return with the items you desire. I promise my loyalties to the dwarves in return.”

“Zarha and Radoli looked up and eyed Jak. We forgot to mention that you must defeat a troll champion in battle before you are to return.”

Once again the heroic eco warrior turned “I’ll return with everything you asked.”