Prologue

You've heard of the sunsword. It is a unique form of the sun blade. In fact, it is the prototype of what later became the sun blades. However, it required that the user bonded himself to it through a special ritual. Later sun blades no longer required the wielder to bond himself to the blade.

Ah, yes. I've heard a bit about the Sunsword...it was the weapon they based the sun blades off of in their creation. A powerful weapon, but it required the use of a special ritual to bond the wielder to itself. Fortunately, today's sun blades do not require that ritual.

After several minutes, you can smell the aroma of your meals cooking, and a few dozen minutes later, your host comes back out with your orders. Two sheperd pies and table wine for Weiryn and Darren, smoked pork, spiced potatoes, bread and butter and a lager for Roland, boiled leeks, steamed carrots and a large pitcher of water for Ujjaya, and a pickled sausage, some steamed carrots, and an ale for Kayleigh. He even produces some raw porckchops for Kuroi.

"There you go my good sir. You haven’t told me if you’d like something to drink, so I gave your friend a large pitcher of water that you can share with him. If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask me."

With this he starts going from table to table, catering to his other patrons and starting a fire in the common room’s fireplace to warm the inn for the night.

You spend the rest of the evening discussing your strength and abilities, coming up with some sort of battle plan for such and such scenario as the sun slowly dwindles towards the horizon.
With the dying of daylight, a fog creeps across the land,clutching everything in its clammy grasp. Inside the Weary Horse Inn, though, the fire is warm enough, and if the few patrons are sullen and stare at you a little boldly, at least the food and drink are good.
For an inn’s common room, it’s quiet. It holds no more than a handful of customers. They keep their voices low, and even the clink of their mugs seems subdued as the fog gathers outside. When the door swings open, every head turns to see who has arrived.
This new arrival, a man with exotic, some would be tempted to say gypsie-like features, loudly stamps the mud off his boots in the doorway. He scans the common room with his eyes and then strides confidently over, throwing a letter on the table in front of you.
"The village of Barovia is in need of heroes," he says in a thick accent. "You’ll do as well as any." Without another word, he turns to leave.

You hail the innkeeper and pay for your meal (the water is free and the raw porkchops will come up at 5 copper pieces) and then make accommodations for the night: common room for 3 cp (the establishment is not responsible for stolen items), shared room for 2 sp (3 beds), private rooms for 1 gp, and finally stabling and feed for your mounts for 4 sp.