"Mysterious Man" in LUDC, saviour of Andrei Niadhair, and King of the Dwindling Treefolk.
Traits: Wise and often Grumpy. Doesn't like to talk, or "waste time" having fun. He loves to bask in the sun to photosynthesize. INTJ Personality
Biography
when Eogan was born, he was taught by Ebar Baeil, a great and wise Soothsayer, who taught him the ways of Magic, Geology, History, and Religion. Eogan was never good at any of these skills, even after the wise Ebar Baeil thought him. After his father, Baeil, died, Eogan became a king of the Treefolk of Stonewood. He ruled ineptly, and was nearly assassinated, and thrown off the thrown. His blunderous rule soon led to the Treefolk being conquered by Temshire, who eventually detected them. After these horrible happenings, Eogan fled by being a stowaway on a small cargo ship and ended up in Delania From there he fled to the Eakra Guild , where he lived for years until he stumbled upon the Ruins of Ancient Jorman cities. He found many interesting artifacts, one of which contained a spirit, which he called to. The spirit came out and laughed and clucked. "For years and years, I have been confined in this tiny little cup, as I have been cursed to be a Genie, who was captured years ago. Now I must grant you three wishes!"
Eogan excepted this and was ecstatic. He could finally go back and fix the horrible mistakes he had made in the past. He first went back in time to try to undo the mistakes he had done. He ruled much longer than he had before he had traveled, but still, he was conquered. Twice more his kingdom was conquered and found by the Temshirins, and he only had three travels left. His fiance, Badious died, so Eogan traveled back to save her, but then she still died again. He now expected that anytime he traveled back to the past, it was destined that whatever he stopped would happen anyway. He soon lived life as a hermit
Text From LUDC
This text is VERY old and is in dire need of rewrite and editing as there are non canonical things and bad writing.
Then he noticed a creature skulking in the shadows beneath. It pounced toward the man, but thankfully he pulled a sword from his sheath and quickly slashed. The creature that was attacking him was unlike any black creature he had seen in his life. It had green, scaly, slimy skin, with red, blue, and purple decorations on its snout. Its shape was much like that of a crocodile, only much larger, and taller, and it had a mouthful of teeth. It had one horn protruding from the top of its head. At the end of its tail were green and red organic streamers.
The man slashed left, right, and then right up on the top of its long protruding snout. The ugly crocodile squealed and ran away. He heard the man sigh and continued to walk. He appeared to be searching the ancient temple for gods. He lifted an old pot, and placed it next to him, then an oddly shaped golden cup, but instead of putting it down, he leaped with joy; the man scuttled about and used his thumb to rub some of the dirt that covered it.
“Can I still remember, Caml, le shacks hailden, deprea man clove brea, Detento, sprimini cio conturoes ableata.”
The cup began to tremble, and echo, and out of it came a man. But the man was unlike any other man, a golden man, with ghostly legs, and a mustached face. On his head, he wore a yellow turban, lined with blue cloth. He wore a tan shirt that exposed his chest. Smoke emanated from behind him.
The creature looked at his hands, and around him, and then yelled, “Yahoo!” Startling Dermy so much that he nearly jumped out of his boots. The creature looked at the man. With a lofty voice, he said to him, “Thank you for saving me!” He clucked and chuckled, but the man below him soon became inpatient. “Yes yes, I am the great, king Eogan the first!” “I see you do not bear your crown, but I see your past, and see that you are lying! King, ha, one with no throne, you may be king of this ruined temple if you want to be called king, King Eogan of…” The spirit moved his face forward until their noses were nearly touching, “Nothing.”
“Well, now that I have introduced myself, I believe you are…” said the king with an unhappy face.
“OH YES!” He yelled fiercely as if he was a general leading an army in the middle of a battlefield. “I am… The great NABOO!” He introduced himself like a barbarian, from the bottom of his voice. “I have been, confined in this cup, for years and years, cursed to give wishes to THIRTY PEOPLE!” Naboo said the first part of the sentence, with a crying tone, and in the end, he spoke vigorously. “Cursed I was those many years ago, cursed to be a genie. You are my twenty-ninth customer, and the next will be my liberator. I can assure you, it is very boring living in a tiny space, for over 1,000 years, having a visitor every once in a while. Nobody visits this accursed space. My new home, after one of my customers took me to his own land. I see it is the same as it was when I had last seen it. Only the crumbling has taken over more.”
“Well, it looks very historic to me,” said the man. The genie looked around, “It looked grander before. Less moss, and less isolated.”
“Well, I guess it’s time for your three wishes, BUT, first I must tell you the rules. Number 1,” the genie stuck one of his golden fingers up. “You cannot wish for immortality,” the man rolled his eyes, “As if I care, Tree folk can live up to five hundred years, at that point I would be sick of life, let alone immortality.”
“Number 2! No asking for more wishes,” The genie put another finger up, “Makes sense.” “Number 3, no asking for love.” “Yes, I see.” “AND LAST! No bringing people back from the dead.”
“Well, if it’s fine with you I am going to make my first wish,” “Well, I would recommend some more time to think, and, as you think, I believe I should tell you the story of the twenty-eight before you.” “If it doesn’t take long, that is many people.
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“Well!” The genie said, “What do you think?” “Well, I can see number 15, wisdom seems like a good choice, however, I do not require wisdom, but a mind that is clearer, so that I may understand all the wise teachings, from my tutor Madious.”
“I see, so you do not wish for wisdom, but a clearer mind?” “Yes, that is my first wish.” The genie put his hands in together as if praying, and lifted them. “Then it will be done!” And from his hands came a golden light that headed into the Eogan’s head. Instantly, Eogan looked up, seriousness in his eyes. “Aha, reminds me of old number 15,” the genie laughed. Eogan looked back to Naboo. “Understanding is quite easy now. My mind is, clear.” “Well, I am sure that you will make wise decisions with your next wish,” Naboo said. “Yes, yes,” Eogan seemed much more serious than before. “I don’t know if it can be done, but, could you possibly grant me the power to travel throughout time?” Naboo was puzzled. “I don’t know. None have tried, and Genie laws have opposed it. Nobody knows what horrible outcomes could come from traveling to what has already happened.” “Well, what if you were only to let me travel through time ten times.” Naboo smiled, “Well, ten isn’t a good number, I would prefer five.”
Eogan nodded, “Five is well. Is that settled then?” “Yes,” Naboo said. Once again, he put his hands together and raised them. The beams of power went straight into Eogan’s head just like before. Eogan nodded, as he had last time. “So, for your next wish, I am on a tight schedule.” Eogan looked angry, “What else is on your schedule, going back into your tiny little cup and staring at a metallic gold wall for hundreds of years!” “Well, I will also be making my song, and watching bugs and other animals that crawl about my small abode.”
Eogan looked down, “I don’t know what I would ask next, but gold is not on my mind. I believe I would like to leave with good luck.” “Good luck, well I could give you a four-leaf clover or a rabbit's foot, but luck is not a real thing.”
Eogan looked at the genie, “You cannot grant me good fortunes?” “Well, I guess such power is possible, to give someone good fortune in the future, but I don’t see if it would work. Maybe try a different wish, unless you wish to part without your third wish?” “Well, that wouldn’t be wise, but I can not grasp from my head, whether I should, however, what is luck? I can see, you can’t give luck, luck is what has happened in the past, if you are lucky, then it is because of coincidence,” “Ye, right,” Naboo said, “And so, what are you bringing me too?” “I would like to know if you can change the story of the future,” Eogan said. Naboo looked at him with a frown. “I do not believe I can alter the future, without altering the present.”
Eogan nodded. “Well, I guess that is true, you only have the power to alter the present, but in doing that you can alter the future. I ask if you could give me the power to, understand animals,” Naboo looked up, “ANIMALS! Like tigers, peacocks, or snap jumpers?” “Yes, and plants as well, as I too am a plant, I believe I should like to understand nature and her properties. Us treefolk can understand the Treks of old, who live in harmony in the forests, but nay the other trees, who are shy and quiet, or the animals that stalk the ground, or patrol the airs, as well as the beasts that skulk below in the depths of the ocean.”
“Well, if you say so.” Naboo did as he did twice before, his hands raised, and a stream of steady light flowed into Eogan’s head. Eogan looked away from Naboo and put his hands over his face.
Appearance
Described in the Lord Under Deaths Crown as:
A green hue illuminated the area that formed from the hand of the mysterious man, causing the creatures to run away screaming like feral goats.
The man stepped off his horse and Andrei could see more details. He was over two feet taller than him and had three horns sticking from the back of his head. On his torso, he wore a dark blue cloak that was connected to his hood, covered by a shiny breastplate. The metal was unlike any Andrei had seen before. A blue hue accented its shadows. The silver color of the metal shined the light of the late afternoon like a mirror. His legs were more visible, as he wore a long cloth that went down to higher than his knees. Like his exposed forehead, his legs looked as if they were made of wood with bark-like cracks and colors. In between the splintered crevasses of his wooden legs, a faint green light glowed."
