(OP-NK-F4) The Frost Bites

Jonathan stood on the fourth floor, grinning mischievously. He stood at the most common place on the fourth floor. Frostbite Lake. There had been multiple large player meetings recently, but none had been on his favorite floor. The one where the Frost Bites. He adorned his favorite white Jacket with Gold Trimmings and blue Jeans. His golden sword lay on his back, just because it felt comfortable. He had recently sent out a world message stating that there was going to be an event at frostbite la

"Oh holy hell, I've gone and fallen in love." Corvo reached down and adjusted his pants as Lessa danced out and away from him to conjure a massive blade. The weapon was certainly less finesse oriented than his, and infinitely heavier, but this was a man with a true appreciation for all edged weaponry. "Put it in me, mon chéri," he cackled. He sighed after a moment and turned his gaze to Beatbox, his expression unreadable. "You sure you wanna dance, pretty boy?" he asked with a lilting tone