The Journal of Cantara Samira Fallon

The life of a girl growing up in the Forgotten Realms

Written by Mark Moore (bayoubilly.geo@yahoo.com)

Monday, September 2, 2002, 8:30 PM - Tuesday, September 3, 2002, 12:57 AM
Tuesday, September 10, 2002, 8:07 PM - 9:57 PM - Wednesday, September 11, 2002, 12:40 AM
Thursday, September 12, 2002, 8:49 PM - 8:50 PM


The character of Cantara Samira Fallon was created by Mark Moore and may not be used without his handwritten permission.

This work of fiction, minus the wording copied from the Forgotten Realms campaign setting, is copyrighted 2002 by Mark Moore.


Shieldmeet, 1372 Dalereckoning


Today, I woke up at sunrise. I did my morning chores and exercised for a half-hour. After eating breakfast and drinking a
glass of water, my father, brothers, grandfather, and I traveled by caravan to Darromar, the capital city of Tethyr, for the
Shieldmeet celebration. Shieldmeet is a day of open council between the people and their rulers. It is a day for making or
renewing pacts and for proving oneself in tournaments.

Since Shieldmeet is only once every four years, the five of us can afford the ten dirham to ride in the caravan - five dirham
each way. A dirham is a silver piece - one day's wage.

My father gave my brothers and I two bits each. A bit is a copper piece. Ten bits are worth one dirham. My father and my
grandfather then went to stand in line for their chance to meet with the Queen. My brothers and I went throughout the city,
watching tournaments, duels, trials of magical prowess, and theatrical and musical entertainments. I wasn't hungry, but all
of the walking made me thirsty. The drinks that I had yesterday were good, so I bought ale with a bit. I sat at a table and
watched an archery tournament.

I spent the day watching competitions and entertainment. In the late afternoon, my father and grandfather met up with us. The
matter that they had spoken to Queen-Monarch Zaranda Star Rhindaun about was less taxes for the poor people in our village,
such as ourselves, since the local count hasn't been very fair in this regard. My father told us that the Queen will make
certain that we will not have to pay quite as much anymore.

My father asked us what we had done, and we told them. My brothers had apparently spent their money on gambling games. My
father scolded them. I then showed him my bit, and he praised me. My brothers were so upset!

We traveled home by caravan. My grandmother had dinner ready for us, but my father sent my brothers to bed hungry. I ate all
three meals of vegetables and drank a glass of water. I went outside and used the toilet. I then wished my parents and
grandparents a good night. I avoided my brothers as I walked into our bedroom. It is now sunset, and I'm writing this journal
entry by candlelight. I want to go to sleep, so I'm going to stop writing now. I promise to write more about myself and
Tethyr tomorrow.