Jarylo new story, is quite unusual, because in it I used a mixture of different voices, etc. To my modifications were not that in this way fails to give result here for a glossary of words that can be seen as an error, but in reality they are just this mixture. The rest of the errors Please indicate. 1) wąpierz - wampir2) ganioł - goniał3) jakoweś - jakieś4) świętuchna - święta5) mojuchna - moja6) sprawuchę - sprawę7) after prędce-szybko8) Ino - tylko9) myślim - myślę10) wim - wiem11) Speak - mów12) mówim - mówię13 ) nima - not ma14) hanging - you know ------------ "Wąpierz at the inn," Ridder slowly came to a unnamed inn. I immediately felt a strong odor of alcohol and the smell of the populace. At the mouth of the priest appeared crooked smile. The inn was quite large, located here a few large tables and crumbling stairs to the floor. People were so drunk that they do not notice the stranger who came toward the innkeeper. This posture resembled fluffy dwarf and was one of the few people that could be suspected of a sober mind. I yelled at some lad opluwając while his face, spit .- And what thou art, the ganioł to town!? - Screamed, and the lad's face appeared on a crooked grin .- Welcome karczmarzu, jakoweś problems do you have? - Ridder slept with ladzie.Chłopak immediately seized the opportunity and fled. Probably in order to topple the next bottle. - And you? Świętuchna Inquisition? - Odwarknął toward the stranger .- You can just put it - replied the priest, and he showed the caller silver signet ring with the sign of the setting sun. On the face of the innkeeper appeared in horror .- Hi brightest priest in my inn. Me and has been taken over many generations mojuchna most loyal followers Chors ... .- Do not check your faith came, and I wanted to rent a room. But I see that the problems you have in the inn. Few customers? Ridder It was irritated at being a priest. People lived in the belief that the role of his profession was burning the infidels and spreading the word Chors. And for them it was just another god of the sacred four. The people elected him to the Creator of the world, and the priests for its dealers. This was sometimes helpful, but in fact their role was completely different. Trained them in Tundur in the northern part of the old empire. In the capital itself Metedengladu. They learned to wield their weapons, magic trigger, first aid. Learned about various monsters and other intelligent races. You could say that their role was insignificant. Set off on the highway, to bring people to help, but there were few and knew each other their professions. Sometimes outperform DISY from the village, and it took up topielcami, it helped solve the conflict or injured. - Ano ... wąpierza suspect in the inn ... - Said .- Among the reluctant guests? - Ano. - Someone living here permanently? - Four people, including newcomers .- With this guy went to the city? - Continued Ridder .- Ano - innkeeper replied quietly .- It is something rzyć snatched him? - He asked a caller's face appeared stupefied face .- No priest knows, as I watch it just asks for rozkradną everything. I prefer to do the same sprawuchę .- So ... I take care of this for a hundred tokens - answered Sto .- Ridder quickly!? - Innkeeper had a face that expressed the horror of both the amount and the possible consequences of refusing Mr .- Let it be Priest. You may know the name of your priest? - Mine was reluctant, but he knew how to behave with Brego Ridder .- .- Perun with ... inn - he said with a forced smile, but the newcomer does not pay enough attention. As yet, there he was interested in the origin of the innkeeper .- Give something to drink and some nourishment. We'll talk about it wąpierzu - it was late night, and Ridder was tired of traveling. The innkeeper gave some food prędce and beer. Liquor was despicable, a scorched sheep's leg, but the priest ate a lot worse things .- Well Speak more about this wąpierzu - Ridder said, when he ate his fill .- Well ... strange guest with him, not kill. Kąsa.Ridder Ino sighed. For him it was not strange. Wąpierz feeds on human blood, but when I kill his victim, then make it the same like you. He can not even kill someone as he returned rzyć. There may also die a natural death, and is vulnerable to magic, and besides did not differ in any way from human being. Fangs sprang him only when he took to feasting. People like Perun certainly believe that wąpierz at night involves a black robe with a hood and worship demons were sealed .- inn? - Probably! Ino .- I have the keys who rented a room? - Bidar, Silone and danken - Perun with great effort on stilts enumerated .- Tell me more about them - the priest was patient, since we have not had any work, and even the purse was not too severe. - Well, this is mere moczymorda Bidar, barely room for the son of a bitch I pay on time. Silone doing on the site. He recalled that earn little and leaves. Myślim that he bloodsucker is ... - The innkeeper said, scratching his head .- Do not bother thinking, I'll take care of. What danken? - Well, not exactly the wim. I guess the old soldier of Bacchus .- Good. Give a room, I need to rest. Tomorrow I will address this issue - said fatigue Ridder. The innkeeper gave him a brass key and pointed to the top of the stairs. The inn was just a few people, the priest stood up and walked upstairs. He reached the summit and stood in a short hallway. After each side had five pairs of doors. Ridder looked at the number on the key and found his peace. Opened door and entered the room. The inside was amazingly clean, the wall was left cabinet, and on the mirror. At the end of the room was rickety bed. The priest closed the door. He went to the mirror and carefully looked at each other. Recent years have seriously damaged it. His face was tired and slow aging. He had long black hair. Often neglected. Then he looked at his jacket covers. She also required a slight recovery. Belts were worn, and even a few holes to be found. The more the priest needed the money. Ridder put down the hammer on the cabinet. It's the only really valuable thing possessed. One-handed, but it was quite a made from the finest material. Priests seldom fought him, it was a rather characteristic of the caste. In addition, usually have a normal long sword. Yes, and it was also in this case. Ridder placed near the edge of the bed and sat on the floor. He began to meditate, do it every night, to be focused and lose less energy when casting spells. After an hour he got up, folded his hands in a triangle, pointed it at the door and whispered some incomprehensible words. Immediately he felt a wave of fatigue. He threw a protective spell to enter the room. Any person who crosses the threshold of this room, and it will not Ridder, will be stunned. If the developer exceeds the threshold for a spell this spell will be removed. These spells usually require a high standing, and the priest was on the verge of exhaustion. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes. It was not easy, but it is always better than the hard ground, or stinking swamp .***- bad news - Perun threw the next day, when the visitor went on dół.Ridder smiled and sat down at the table. The inn was no one, except that a farmhand, whose last night dear zawrzeszczał innkeeper. Perun threw himself to the priest .- I get you something? Beer? Wine? - Ridder, just raised his hand to silence the innkeeper. - Who is it? - He asked, pointing to his head after a moment the young man .- My son - he muttered Perun-What is the news? - Ano ... Wąpierz pokąsał the next guy. He went from village to świcie.Kapłan thought for a moment, then spoke .- Well, I come back later. Come here - he said, stood up and wyszedł.Padało, as usual. It was not a downpour, but the ordinary mizzle daily. Ridder was in the middle of the Old Empire. The village, which was located in the swamp. Houses were overgrown and neglected. The priest walked up the soggy path to the edge of the village. People looked at him with a strange interest. At the entrance to the village built a tiny turret. Did at the same time some villagers .- Which of you is Silone? - Asked and everyone look at him with a dull expression on his face .- I - the smallest of them replied, and went to the priest .- Hello, call me Ridder, or priest chceta .- What? - I have a few questions. Have you heard about this scandal wąpierzem? How many zabawisz? - I heard about this bloodsucker. I earn a little worse and I'm not in that cursed village .- I understand, forgive that prevented you from work. Bywaj.Kapłan sat on a stone near the road and for a long moment he stared straight ahead. Every now and then drove a car, or a messenger on horseback. Ridder pulled from his pocket age amber. She offered it to him close to his heart elf. That was precisely the problem. Although many so ago two races colonized Metedenglad, people blinded by greed outperform the elves from their towns and villages. To this day, eager for revenge elves hiding somewhere in the forests of the New Empire. Miccaotli Ridder made some years ago, during the pogrom Girith Nen. As a priest, could not take part in it. True, had the task to fight nieludźmi, but the elves and dwarves, they were treated like human beings. Not anymore. Micca helped to escape. In these circumstances they met. The priest smiled crookedly, he arose and went to the inn. In the middle of Perun came to him and whispered .- I have news ... Ridder sat at the counter, and the innkeeper immediately handed him a mug of mulled honey .- Well? - Asked Ridder drunk sip Wim .- wąpierzem who it is. You can stop the investigation - Told jubilant .- This is interesting, and who it is? The innkeeper looked around the empty tavern and whispered .- Silone ... - Silone say? How does it wywnioskowałeś? - I mówim. In each room, always hang the mirror. In his room he nima. He had to hide, and people in the world of talk that his reflection is wąpierz afraid. - It's really valuable information - Rider said, but strongly doubted it. Innkeeper wanted at all costs to complete the investigation. The priest knew that wąpierzowi not harm his reflection .*** came the next night. The priest listened to Bidar, which seemed to be an ordinary wandering bard. After a short meditation, he threw back the protective spell on the door and went to bed. He fell asleep, but the rest did not last long. Less than an hour later the head priest went through a wave of energy. Ridder immediately awoke. The door to his room stood open, and in the threshold lay the innkeeper's son. The priest founded the arms and walked over to him. There was stunned, he was dead. Ridder's come to my head a lot of hypotheses. Not only the door was open, the room also has a hole Bidar. The priest took sword and looked silently into the room. Bidar was lying helplessly on the bed. The neck had a few bite marks. The priest had no choice, the bard was dead. He swung the sword and whispered a few words. Spared the corpse from rising as wąpierza. From below you could hear the loud conversations and laughter. Apparently the inn was filled up during the night. The priest came down on the floor, at tables sat a crowd of villagers. Practically the whole village. On the face of the innkeeper appeared frightened. He began to look after the inn .- Perun! - Cried Ridder approaching him with a drawn sword .- I know who is wąpierzem. Are you happy? - Where is my son? - Asked the inn bold tonem.Lud carefully listened to the conversation .- Your son? Speaking of him, I'd have a question for you. How could generate something like this? It sentenced a los wąpierzy .- What are you talking about? - His voice trembled .- This case, which was in the city. It's not the point, right? Involved in this wanted to Silone. Other suspects hunted and slain. You buried mirror. That's why you did not want to say where you are. Sure, your family perished from old age a few centuries ago, and you know that I could check it out - on the face of anger appeared Perun .- It seems to you that everything hanging? - Innkeeper fought .- That's myślę.Karczmarz smiled and laughed softly. Ridder was somewhat troubled. He began to look around the tavern. The villagers there was something suspicious. They ... do not eat. On the tables have become only the mugs of drinks. Nobody ate nothing. Ridder started to understand .- All ... wąpierzami you? - He asked with a hint of fear in her voice. He expected that all the ominous kiwną heads and tusks protrude, but they sat quietly at tables with sad faces. - Priest. This is the price for staying in our village, we kąsamy visitors, in exchange for staying in the village. We do not do anyone any harm. It's fair propozycja.Do inn came Silone. He was a bit drunk, but apparently immediately understood what was going on .- Chorsie holy - "he stammered, and the innkeeper continued .- Those who leave our village, never to her more misses. Go away ... The priest was torn. On one hand, he ordered the occupation to get rid of all non-humans which will meet, but on the other hand, they actually had only a poor society, which has been forced to such a life. Ridder hid the sword and cautiously began to retreat to the door. Innkeeper reached behind the counter, as the priest took out a gun again .- - calmly said, and threw in his direction .- promised purse of one hundred tokens - said with a smile. The priest looked at the bulging purse, and lured to the crooked smile .- There are Perun - and came out dragging ogłupiałego Silone .- Priest, do not you kill them? - He said, and pounded his mouth Jaryłem. Popular vodka in the Old Empire .- No, and why do you ask? His face appeared a shadow Silone fear, began to run, but after a few steps, fell down. The priest approached him and asked him .- What is it? - But do not have to hear the answers. There was a big bang and the whole inn was in flames. Ridder sighed .- How did you have an explosive? - I did ... Please do not kill me ... - Silone almost started to cry. The priest looked at the inn, listening to the screams wąpierzy. Despite all the burning building in the background of the night gave the impression of going to a .- Girith Nen, you will accompany me? - He said, pinning the purse to his belt.