"Interesting" Their voice isn't how they remember, but they pay no heed to that. What's in a voice after all? Though they suppose the fact that most of the ponies fell unconscious is a downside to their new voice. Are they what is considered eldritch? A being invading a 'mortal plane' who is an unkillable brute? Is that what the guardians were? Researchers who had been attacked mercilessly by thaumaturges for ages? The pink one though, it had a new aspect. They have no idea what it is, and are suddenly regretting the fact they didn't bring materials for a research bench. Maybe these creatures are thaumaturges too? Maybe they would have what they needed to continue their research.

The flower is strange, it holds praecantatio, potentia, and ignis. It almost looks like a sun had bloomed on top of a flower stalk. They need to pick it for future study but... It seems fragile. But it gives off a form of magic they've never seen before, but the sun hurts.

Oh, the sun hurts. They hiss at the sudden, scorching presence of the sun in the clearing, taking out a pouch of their cleansing salts and looking for a pool of water to bathe in. They had thought their warp would cease while inside the eldritch realm, but they suppose they had been wrong in that hypothesis. They mentally bookmark their surroundings and move into the forest, even a calm enough stream would do, though the darkness of this eldritch forest seems to calm their skin a bit.

The purple one continues its attempts at summoning magic around them. Strange how it can't even summon enough strength to break through the void metal, even the weakest of the cult could do it... Even if they were severely weakened afterwards.

The water feels nice, it almost brings her back to his senses, especially with the purifying salts acting to sooth the aches and pains of warp on her mind. The ponies were still staring at him though, which made her slightly uncomfortable now that his senses are returning slightly. How long ago did she do this? How long had he been suffering under the effects of warp? She supposes the last time he bathed, period, was her previous warp event, flux flu is not good when you're trying to enchant items in the arcane workbench.

His focus returning, proper nouns are still messed up but at least she isn't talking about himself as an 'it' anymore. But now that she was thinking straight, he realizes this most likely isn't the eldritch veil she was working towards. It defied all previous observations made by other thaumaturges and even the cult's 'Crimson Rites'. Something about this is wrong... But what?

During... Their they suppose, until they take off their robes to make sure which sex they are. During their bath, the ponies continued to stare. Obviously they thought they were strange. They should make bathing a more common occurrence, their sanity would be needed for the upcoming events. They clearly had magic, maybe they would have the proper elements for them to use to study and get back home to her fellows. Not that it matter, they had their thaumonomicon on them, as well as their research stamps, quill and ink, and of course their thaumometer.

Research would not be a problem as long as they could create proper work spaces.

Perspective Change

The creature's erratic movements seem to calm down as it sits in the river, the pouch emptied into it to reveal it filled with bathing salts. The way it made a beeline to the river was unsettling, as if it had a primal need to bathe at that exact point in time. It unnerved even Rarity, even though she was prone to seek out bathing implements on random occasions, the suddenness even to her to bathe in the middle of the everfree forest was disturbing.

It even seems more... aware of its surroundings now, noticing the stares of the mares upon it while it bathes with it's robes on. It quickly gets out of the water and looks down at the mares, in a way that says "lead on".

They slowly turn around, leading the thing out of the forest. Though Twilight has the foresight to not bring it to Ponyville quite yet, rather taking the creature towards the whitetail woods instead. Soon the dreary atmosphere of the everfree turns to the more orderly birch of the whitetail woods, the creature seems to notice this and pulls out it's strange device again.

Getting a good look at it now that the creature wasn't flitting about like a breezie on a sugar high, Twilight notices that it's clearly arcane of some sort. The idea of new magic that no one else in the world could even hope to know makes her mouth water, literally in this case as a polite cough provided by Rarity makes her realize her drooling state and Twilight shuts her mouth, blushing fiercely and shows an embarrassed smile. The mares around her smile knowingly at her, momentarily forgetting about the creature following close behind.

After a few more minutes of walking, they reach the edge of the whitetail and are in the open fields within the basin of Equestria. Northwards and a little east the giant spire of mt. Canterlot rises in the distance, the gleaming towers and buildings glowing in the early afternoon light. Far closer though is the town of Ponyville, within walking distance but still quite a bit aways.

Three specks can be seen on the horizon. Two larger forms alongside a smaller one that almost blends into the blue sky if not for the rainbow streak floating behind it. The largest form being a stark white, easiest to see especially with another rainbow trailing behind it. The other large form, though not as large as the white one, is also a bit harder to see, dark blue on the sky with but sparkles floating behind it. They're still too far away to really tell who or what they are exactly, but the mares could make an educated guess considering there aren't many forms like those three, that would be flying towards them at least.

Behind them, the creature speaks again. It's the same voice, but it seems less jarring this time. Still as horrific and they still faint. But as they fade they realize they might not be out for as long this time. Twilight once again hears the gist of the sentence that comes out of the creature's... voice... hole.

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Author's Note

Due to how different time flows in the game I'm basing the Thaumaturge on, 'warp events' which last four minutes in game, would last closer to 5 hours in real time. So while a minor inconvenience in game, a real thaumaturge would want to take purifying salt baths whenever a warp event comes up. At least the especially bad ones. Such as thaumoria, flux flu, sun scorched, etc etc.

Also, the Thaumaturge has had both eldritch epiphanies. Hense how they are able to enter the eye. So by this point all they need to do is find a 'primordial pearl'. But since Equestria probably doesn't have those... Suggestions for a replacement item would be appreciated.

Like if you liked, explain why you don't like it, etc etc. Cya in the next chapter.

Also, point out inconsistencies that aren't clearly part of the insanities of the Thaumaturge.