Sarah couldnâ€™t believe that the bar tender could hear Mizo from where they stood but she just shrugged it off, â€œUmm, do they need my keys so they can unlatch the brake?â€ She handed her key to her truck over but kept the others that she had on her key ring, "I'm not worried about you taking up any space. You may make my home like yours, since you can stay there while you work. We are going to take it. Would you like a ride in my car to the house?" She nodded since she didnâ€™t know where the house was and didnâ€™t really want to walk she was kind of tired anyway. She grabbed a duffel bag from the truck that had some clothes in it and nodded to him, â€œSure.â€<br/><br/>"Tell me what legends do you know about beings that go bump in the night? I have heard gypsies have all sorts of wonderful stories on such things." Sarah looked at him curiously when he once again said the necklace would protect her and when he said that some of the guys in the club were strong she just shrugged, â€œStories huh? I know a coupleâ€¦ but one that I remember really well was one my grandmother told me many times for some reason. I think it went like thisâ€¦<br/><br/>â€œOne day, as we were celebrating, a man came to our camp and as was usual we invited him in. This, my children, was our mistake and was to be our curse. This man was a necromancer and he wanted us to serve him. We refused we loved life, why then would we cheat death and serve chaos? In rage he cursed us, saying that we would forever wander never to settle in any land and that we would forever be outcasts. He then disappeared and we laughed. The next day our land was destroyed by forces we could not contend with, undead stormed our homes, and many of us died or worse.<br/><br/>The survivors ran, we sought safety and refuge, but wherever we went it was always the same, we were refused for any number of reasons. We fled and regrouped on a mountain. Gathering we drew a circle and all there drew knives and shed blood on the earth. We vowed to forever serve balance, and to protect the land. When the last drop soaked into the ground a strange feeling came over us, the land seemed to embrace us. A voice was heard telling us that we would be cursed to wander yes, but we would be able to adopt those humans of like mind to be gypsy, and that our blood being spilt to protect we had now the ability to curse those who would cause our deaths.<br/><br/>We have wandered ever since protecting Tyrra and life. We revel in life and preserve it at all costs. Undead are our sworn enemies as are the werewolves.â€ (Story fromm<a class="postlink" href="http://larp.com/jahavra/myths.html">http://larp.com/jahavra/myths.html</a>m)<br/><br/>Then there is also:<br/><br/>â€œLong ago an evil necromancer wanted the destruction of all Gypsies so she called forth four great undead named Hunger, Bad Luck, Bad Health, and Unhappiness. They traveled throughout the land, laying it waste, spreading pestilence in their wake. One Gypsy warrior had the courage to stand and face the Horrors-Aleandro Kalderasha. He rode forth on his great steed to face them. Upon him came Bad Luck for the evil creatures had decided to split up so as to increase the range of suffering. Upon seeing his intended foe -- pus filled sockets staring down at him, steaming jaws dripping poison between dagger-like teeth, claws blackened with Gypsy blood --Aleandro, thinking better of his actions, turned tail, and fled, for none could hold his courage in the face of such a monstrosity. Bad Luck gave chase until a shoe flew from Aleandro's steed and flew like an arrow into the horrors head, slaying him on the spot. Aleandro turned back, retrieved the shoe, went home, and hung it above his door in remembrance of the event. Meanwhile, Hunger, Bad Health, and Unhappiness heard of their brotherâ€™s plight and vowed to avenge him. That night they crept to Aleandro's house and began to open the door. But looking up they saw the horseshoe above the door. Unhappiness spoke then in a voice like gravel, "My brothers, there are three of us, and that horse has three shoes remaining." Being cowards at heart like all undead ilk, they turned and fled, never to return to that land. This is why the horseshoe is considered a symbol of good luck for our people. But remember those horrors, my children. Remember the destruction that necromancy can cause to the land. Remember, and be ever a foe of undead, for the earth will surely punish you, if you of its chosen people, stray from its paths.â€  (Story fromm<a class="postlink" href="http://larp.com/jahavra/myths.html">http://larp.com/jahavra/myths.html</a>m)<br/><br/>The stories took only a couple of minutes to tell and when she was done she shrugged a little, â€œIâ€™m sure there are a couple more but it has been a little while since I have heard a story from the Sisterâ€™s or my grandmother.â€ She thought for a moment and knew that most didnâ€™t know what she meant by that term, â€œI used to live in a gypsy like community in New York since we owned an entire block and by â€˜weâ€™ I mean all of our family. Every female in our family listen to stories from the elder, my grandmother, so that we can pass them on to our children.â€ Her eyes clouded with memories of her past and a small sad smile was on here lips, â€œThat was a long time ago though.â€