Chapter 4:Mt. Pyre
The interior is well furnished, with 6 rooms, a copious amount of decor and furniture, power, plumbing, and access to the outside world.
Chapter 3: setting the scene
The furniture however was still in a relatively comfortable state. "i'll be going now... if you need anything, just asssk a servant." "thank you, sir hiss. here's something for your troubles." he gave the snake a coin and he disappeared.
Brothers in Arms: Let's Get This Party Started
Throwing up his hands lewis shook his head, "and don't even get me started on the furniture..."
A Change of Pace
They finished packing their things in the car, and when the movers finished getting what little of the furniture they were taking in their truck, they all set out.
Stolen
All the furniture we could get was still in place; it even smelled the way it used to. everything is the same. i sit down on nikki's bed, and i burst into tears. my life is nothing.
Chapter 6: Finding Peace with the past
Ryin asked as they sat in the front room of a very well furnished house, on large and sturdy furniture. "i'm searching for trade deals for merchants i work for." vedrit said after a sigh.
Forever Autumn: Shadows of Red and Silver- Part 3
The village and its inhabitants were surrounded by thick forest that encouraged wild animals that were often killed for food and wood that was cut down and sold off for building equipment and furniture making.
Punk'd Out
His heavy boots kicked and knocked over the furniture as the very last piercings on his eyebrows and nose completed the transformation. but the fox had more to do.
Subtlety
"furniture shopping wasn't on my list of things to do tomorrow." "wait..." i took a step forward. "you guys..." kris kicked a leg up over the other, crossing them. "you guys, what?" "you're not... surprised." "surprised by _what_?"
After Action
I yelled out, walking out of a large room that had its furniture overturned. i walked down the stairs and into a living room, the faint yells of "clear!"
Long, Lost, Gone; Prequel
He grabbed the bottle of jager and moved around the house, staring across the furniture, and out the windows. he felt a dull throb of pain that elicited a grown from his muzzle, and raised the bottle to his head.
Winter
They found the door hanging open, snow from the last blizzard pilled against the worn furniture and walls. curious, they searched the house, finding only cold emptiness. one of them saw the slight depressions that may have once been tracks.