TL;DR
Sage Solomon Of The Keep is definitely not inhabited by an eldritich outer bee from beyond time and space. The HUMAN known by the ape sounds as Sage Solomon IS NOT a collection of cleverly camouflaged bees in an esoteric swarm spell. Sage Solomon is a dedicated astrologist and spends its time p̬̣ě̱̽ȇ̫̚r̳̩̝i͖͙͛n̘ͩ̂g͉̻͋ ͬ̓͆b́̔͏e̙̩ͥy̹̬͒o̴͜n̋̈́̅d̛͞͏ ̙̝̇ț̞ͤh̏͂͗eͫ̃̂ ͓̮͉҉v̥̬̟e̮͋̊i̔҉l͋̌̈҉͘ and studying the sky. There is no rogue rabbit network housing a decentralized man brain with mutated magical animal vessels.
Lore
Upon the olden days of astrology, their was a Keep known throughout the land for their powers of scribing, and interpretations of the cosmic miasma that led to truths beyond the realm and minds of men. This most prestigious and respected guild of astrologers were renowned as tales of their endeavors spread far and wide as they produced spells and artifacts of varying wonder and power. The leaders of this keep - the High Sages - led their students and following in understanding the grand movements and flows resplendent within the realms of creation and void. Over time with increasing study and resources; these Sages lent their skills and knowledge out to those with the wealth to procure it. Having such power and central control over their own personal Tower holds, these High Sages slowly began to drift in their collective vision; various Tower holds would go quiet, too many consumed by the ideas within the void, the cosmic miasma descending across a once serene land and rational land, fell to somber madness - the greater Keep found itself isolated and alone. Only a handful of Higher Sages remained within the Keep to guide the remaining followers, as the students had either died or left for the miasma long ago attempting to pierce the veil that had settled not only on their world, but their inner minds. None returned. But alas, while this tale has laid bare our tone, and setting, you will see while no student returned to the Keep, they would not all succumb to the miasma, nay, one in particular, a Sage Student by the name of Solomon, found himself lost within the cosmic void manifesting in his mind, his will alone the single point of light within a metaphysical abyss as his physical body wandered the lands of haze in a somber daze while his concious mind fought tooth and nail to shine through the accursed abyss and see the world manifest once more. This however, was not to...Bee..as with a sharp, physical pain to the temple region in his real mind he lurched, the grey matter flooding with an ooze-like cold magma sensation seeping deeper and deeper, being absorbed by the desperate cells within struggling to survive amongst a dissonance of dismay and imbalance. Solomon felt his eyes open a second time, but not his physical eyes no, a pair he had but only now grown within the abyss, and with it he could see the honeyed golden light of an infinite swarm of shining hallowed stars, consecrated within the void by their opulence, they congregated and beckoned the mind to them, unceasing; and so Solomon followed.
The mind is a fickle thing, a fragile thing, but it can be saved, it can be protected, it can be restored.....in a fleeting moment of clairvoyance after months of a somber numbness in a sticky-slumber, Solomon shot awake. He was in the miasma, no way to tell where, but he was sure this is the physical realm. This moment, however brief, allows him a chance at respite - proficient in the ways of cognitive transference from his experiments with other members of the forbidden arts practicing in the dark spaces beneath towers and the Keep - he uses all his will to scan the area for minds, there is but one, but it is all he has, he must escape whatever has held him. He must try, for what is ascension but to lose oneself he thought and forced his mind within the vessel. It burned, it was too small, not enough, maddening, Solomon found himself in a conundrum, he had escaped, with himself in full, but now that very self is burning away within this vessel, unable to truly even register the form due to writhing in compressed chaos, he did what he must, he began to discard the parts of him he could survive without, many human mannerisms the first to go, then childhood mememories, friends, family, it all melted away. This left him alive, barely, this new body....was small, perhaps too weak...he must persevere. He could see his body, it was animating...near a sickly golden fire within a small comb on the ground...it wasn't blinking, it was barely breathing, and yet it seemed, malevolent...slowly Solomon snuck around the small fire, the uncanny cadavers eyes never left the flame..so he made his way toward a small water stay upon the ground, it would seem Solomon was in a marshy area, he must be near.....where was it...damn it all he can't recall. His reflection gave a startling realization to the former Sage Student - he was within a rabbit, a small and fragile and unfortunate form. This brought great dismay to the once proud Solomon and he resolved to regain full control of his body once more, lest he be lost in this animal forever. It would appear however, either the rabbits mind is too simply structured, or his experience within his own body, leaves him cognizant and not affected by the cosmic miasmas, allowing for thought and navigation, thus he makes his way to his body. Coming upon the fire site and breaking the honeyed lights threshold he is fatigued and finds himself falling to his stomach, unable to move, his body immediately turns and moves upon him, grabbing his small frame and putting it within a bag, for a while they travel with only moments of the bag being opened so food could be offered to Solomons small form.
The bag would be suddenly opened and Solomon plopped on the ground, his body standing before him, a stern and inquisitive look upon his former brow. "I know you are in there, small wizard, I felt you depart, it is all right though, I recovered those pesky pieces you severed in your escape so I retain enough of you to do what I need and maintain my hold here in the land. Say, have you considered why you were saved? Why I chose you? Oh with time you may see but for now you are but my familiar and I require this vessel more than I require you, remember this well small wizard." The former tongue of Solomon lashed with a distinguished buzzing accent that he could not place, but it resonated in his very soul...and it stung deeply
- 1 year later -
The miasma is being fought back by the revelations of the Towers and The Keep, slowly freeing areas once succumb to the somber nature of existential entropy. Former students found and remains recovered, Towers reconnecting to share their unique insight garnered during the dark days. This would lead to a revitalizing of wild life and the surrounding lands, including the Tower at the very edges of the miasma and returned territories where a particular Sage and his collection of every growing number of increasingly strange rabbits resides.
Solomon had worked long and hard, it was no easy task to be a articifer within the body of a rabbit, but he made due, using his own two back feet to combine their innate luck magic to influence the development and growth of a new vessel, the first of many iterations in his macabre design, to make a decentralized rabbit network that can house his entire mind, that are physically strong and adaptable, with magic capabilities and innate psychic powers, so that he may one night under honeyed stars which betrayed him originally, steal his mind back from the eldritch daemon currently making a mockery of his body. Lest it kill him
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