Success, the day was finally here. With the thaumium bossed silverwood scepter by their side with their collection of staffs and foci, they were finally ready to finish what the cult has started.

The thaumaturge before the obelisk had started out innocent enough, if a bit exuberant at the prospect of learning about the world around them. But such exuberance soon cost the poor mage their sanity as their mind degraded from warp and handling tainted magics. But no matter, the void calls to them and they must answer now.

They place the four opened eyes around the obelisk alter before focussing their scepter upon it, pouring vis directly into the eyes to open the Eye, to complete the ritual the cult had failed to complete, to enter beyond the mortal realm, to defeat the eldritch beings that clearly laid beyond the opened portal.

Oh, the portal is open now, and guardians are pouring through into the mortal plane. No matter to them as they hop through, the other thaumaturges can take care of them. Afterall, they had left plenty of weapons designed to kill the eldritch beings that call the plane beyond home. Of course they took the best weapons for themself, after all they were the one going directly into the stronghold, not the others.

Through the spiralling darkness they fall, and fall, and fall. They try to adjust their robes, dark as the void that was around them moments before. Now they stand in a forest, having dusted themself off from their untimely exit from the portal, which has disappeared. They take their thaumometer out of their bag and check the surrounding air for any trace of the portal. Nothing but aer and vitium. Of course there would be vitium in the eldritch world, though they had not thought that the eldritch world would contain flying hostile pastel ponies. Which after making contact with their void thaumaturge robes seems to be dazed. Which is understandable since they had infused void metal armor and their original thaumaturge robes to create the garments that would protect them from eldritch magic, much like the purple one is using on them right now.

Strange how weak these eldritch creatures are, they're almost adorable with how weakly they protest against his presence in their realm. Is this how the guardians felt when they protested their existence on the mortal plane? Strange how these ponies hold ordo as well, the eldritch keep strange pets. Perhaps maybe the eldritch weren't guarding precious secrets of the beginning of time and the true nature of the arcane, but rather their colorful pets which they in a way love. It's hard to think the eldritch would be capable of love, though these creatures are talking amongst themselves. The flying blue one has gone missing. Strange.

They pull out their thaumometer, taking a look at the local flora produce more vitium herba. Strange how it hasn't tried to take over the thaumaturge yet.

Perspective Change

"Twi, what is dat thing. It's just ignorin' my lassos and shrugged off Ra'nbow's attacks liken it didn't even notice 'er" Applejack gripes, glaring daggers at the black robed figure in front of them. Clearly it was what caused the giant blast of dark magic that Twilight had sensed in the forest, after all it's wearing all black. That means it's clearly evil... Right?

"I-I don't know Applejack, I've never read about anything like it before." Was Twilight's reply. The thing hadn't attacked any of them yet, even though they had attacked first. Either she was wrong about what caused the dark magic burst, or this thing didn't think they were a problem. "That's why I sent Dash to go send a letter to Celestia, maybe she'll know, or send us the Elements of Harmony to purify it like we did with Luna" She looks at the creature doubtfully "Though, this thing doesn't seem like it ever was pure..."

"I mean, it can't be all that bad Twilight" Rarity responds, looking a bit nervous at the way the creature walks around the clearing, flinching slightly when it held up a large golden ring with glass inside it to her face. "If something could design clothes so... impenetrable while keeping such a... 'nice' color scheme and overall regal design, surely it has some form of civilization to return to... no?" While the end of her sentence was meant to be rhetorical, it came out more as an actual question. Making Twilight raise an eyebrow at her fellow unicorn.

"Ya know Twilight!" Pinkie suddenly pipes up from the side, making the recipient of the comment jump slightly, as she wasn't there seconds ago. "The way they move, it's sorta like how you do around the library when you're studying super duper uber hard! You know, the kinda hard where we need to come by with food to make sure you don't starve and I sometimes have to set up a party to get you to socialize and-" This tangent goes on for a while, but most of the group tunes the rest of her rambling out, by now figuring out that Pinkie will be Pinkie.

The creature is suddenly in front of Pinkie, almost as quickly as Pinkie was beside Twilight, making everypony besides the mare in question jump. Pinkie instead seems to just smile wider and hop around the thing, rambling about "Taintacles" and "Research notes about cupcakes". The creature holds up it's strange ring and looks through it at Pinkie, rumbling out the first thing they've ever heard it say, and it hurts their ears to hear it speak.

It's as if the oldest language in their world had a child with the screeching of a foal and the cawing of a bird. If by 'had a child' means 'all at the same time'. Almost immediately, the four mares aside from Pinkie faint, Fluttershy not having peeped a single word before she was assaulted by the alien and eldritch language. Pinkie continues her hopping, her ramblings never ceasing. Through the haze of unconsciousness and the absolute eldritch nature of the sound coming from the creature, Twilight felt one word.

"I̺͙̠̥N̥̰̰͚T̵̛̰͖̳̺̩̖̳̱Ḛ̸͢͝R̖̻̣̕È̝͖S̤͈͈͍͇͝T͔̲͖͚̭͘͞I̡҉ͅN̡̦͖̜̩̫̳͠G͉̣͇͍̻̳̠̮͢"

Author's Note

Maybe I'll actually finish this one :P Don't plan for it to be too long. Maybe some misadventures with our warped thaumaturge going about the pure and generally untainted life of Equestria, not knowing that using brains is generally considered evil and infusing golems with said brains is morally reprehensible