<u><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">The Voivode Vlad and The Printz Vlad</span></span></u><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><br/>
It was two hours before sunset when the Voivode Vlad woke.  Almost everyone else in the Dragoon tribe were preparing for the end of their day, but not he and his son.  The Printz Vlad awoke as his father groaned at rising, which was both amazing and troubling to the Printz.  His father had lived a long life and still was a formidable warrior, but age was closer and closer to taking away his usefulness to the tribe.  The Printz would take little joy in eating the man's heart when then time came, but he would be proud to do it.<br/>
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Their family name was actually 'Lechter', but for a number of generations the sons had succeeded their fathers as the riders of the rare Night Dragons.  Then came the idea from one of the Dragoon Chieftains to take advantage of the family's skills and hereditary pale white skin.  They created the myth of an immortal night-demon cannibal, a vampire, to strike even more fear into the other tribes and political factions of the wastelands.  During their interactions with the other tribes, they began to circulate the rumors of a demon that preyed on them as they preyed on the weak and unwary.  Supposedly, the Dragoon tribe paid the vampire a regular bribe, a 'tribute', for 'peace'..  Then The Voivode Vlad began to terrorize the Wastelands, picking off stragglers, leaving bodies drained of blood, kidnapping people from settlements and setting fire to caravans.  The lie became a legend and the other tribes became wary of being anywhere near the Dragoon tribe during the hours of darkness.  Tales and sightings of Voivode Vlad reached the 'outposts of civilization':  Old Tree, Jericho, End Cliff, The Crossroads and the Bazaar.  The 'civilized' folk openly scoffed at the notion of a supernatural predator, used it as a bogeyman to frighten children into behaving, but stories of Voivode Vlad persisted for generations.<br/>
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As soon as the sun had set, the pair would each fly their dragons in opposite directions, to patrol the Wastelands ranging about their homeland.  Of particular interest were intrusions by the New Haven Alliance.  The NHA had recently moved northwards, endangering some dragon species in a concerted effort wipe the beasts out and mine in their mountain homes.  That needed to be stopped.  Both The Voivode Vlad and The Printz would return to camp two hours into the night and if either had detected a northbound safari or mining caravan, they'd return to set the invaders on fire with high-proof cactus alcohol.</span></span>