The Commandant did not start out with the greatest lot in life; The runt of his litter, he was at a disadvantage amongst his brethren even before he discovered that his wings did not work and he could not fly. To overcome this weakness The Commandant trained and fought, striving his whole life long to become great despite the skies being beyond his reach.
... And he did. He was a notorious menace in his homeland of Mystery Island and this notoriety only grew when, thanks to the dubious craftsmanship of a self-proclaimed Doctor, The Commandant's wings were repaired by unnatural means.
For seven decades he pursued a life of near-dominion and almost-glory, amassing felonious fortune and fleeting fame. Now, in his twilight years, the great Commandant lives in his Terror Mountain home, Tor Keep, with only his Garfir and his Steward. With his fair-weather followers long gone, does this aging Eyrie really have any chance at true greatness?
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