Darrendar Ghiles, the Merchant Prince of Zingara

About Me

"Some of you ask to know about me, while others just don't ask." -Edward
I was born a twin, but was born alone.Lost something that could of been life changing.Grew up in North county, the second white kid in my class.Have another brother not like the first.Watched my parents party the night away every weekend.Threats on my life sent us to the far country.Among the Cedar trees and cold springs I learned to live as a slave.The father was the master and I just came along.Hated everything about him untill the day he went away.Lost in Portland they went and I stayed.Alive for the first time and no money.Worked untill my hands bleed so I can make that paper.Moved from a house, to grand parents, to Three apartments, to a house.Had one car, two car, three car, four.Hoped to find someone to spend the rest of my life.Someone to make me not a slave.Someone who understands the life I had and didn't want again.Found her? I hope. But time will tell.Married her and have a son. Time will still tell.Since the momment he cried I knew I had the lost part of me returned.I show little emotion, holding it all inside.I walk with my head down looking for lost coins.Talking when I have too, listen always.Dreaming during the day, Writeing the night away.Music up loud, drowning the world.Channel surfing , skipping the commercials.Fight T.V. all day and night.Smoke when it's offered but never paid.Drink when it's the right time.Work is my home, and home is work.So many faces and only a few names.I walk not in the white or the black, I walk in the gray.Trying to stay ahead of the game everyday.The real world sucks, so I hide in fantasy.Read my bloggs and you will understand.I'm happier alone but always not wanting to be alone for long.Struggling to understand.I always seem to find a special friends but for never long.Some people collect them, I just lose them.So when you see me pass. Always thinking of me when you point and laugh.

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Posted by on Tue, 05 May 2009 20:34:00 GMT

TFE adventure blog contined, pt 3

Narrator.......Pt 3 The last we left off the group of Adventures called the 'Dragons Protectores'. They had found themselves seperated from each other after a earthquake along a stream edge were th...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 20:13:00 GMT

TFE adventure blog continued.

Narrator......Pt 2 The last we left off the group of Adventures called the 'Dragons Protectors'. They were each walking toward the 'Herbalist Shop' of Van Richten, just on the outskirts of Selgaunt c...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Nov 2008 19:33:00 GMT

The ’Blood Pits’ of Zingara’s undrground.................Pt 1

The stone floor felt cold underneath his feet as the guarsds lead the red haired barbarain down the darken corridor towards the sound of voices as well as cheering. As they walke...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Aug 2008 21:07:00 GMT

Seaport of Kordava city.......................,pt 2

Darrendar Ghiles, the Merchant Prince kept walking along the filth covered streets looking from his right to his left as the word spread out through the streets of his actions on Kin'ken and ...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 21:02:00 GMT

Master Orsis and the arena...........................................pt 2

Images of tall grass and wild forest with a horde of Picts capturing him after being stranded along their rocky coast and condemned to be sacrificed to their gorilla-god.The burning of his muscles fro...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 20:08:00 GMT

Prince Darrendar shares ’Firewater with Merlin..............pt 1

He wondered in the last part of his life, as age grew on him every land he had encountered was not fit for such a magician as he, then wanted to pay him with great riches, but the only thing he was in...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 12:35:00 GMT

Prince Darrendar and the Pirate Queen Grainne...pt1

The night sky was cloudless, the stars of the heaven glisten across the sea's surface as Darrendar stood on the deck of the 'Azure Drake' with his long brownish blonde hair blowing in the wind and gla...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Jul 2008 20:24:00 GMT

The Merchant Prince sends word to the Bossonia Marches...... pt 1

Darrendar watched the people in the courtyard move and hagel over goods while drinking his tankard of ale in hope to find someone extra special to occupy his time. The first ale disappeared and soon w...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 15:33:00 GMT

The Merchant Prince rides out to see Zingara townships, pt 1

Stepping out of his Villa's great wooden doors he worn his baggy black silk breeches and high black swade leather boots. He wore a red leather vest over a yellow silken shirt. Several jeweled rings ar...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 06:28:00 GMT