Spawned from the Prime Material Plane
Sent to punish nature
The reptilian destroyer has been sent
By the gods to end this world
He is a scaled biped
A true killing machine
With two horns upon his head
His claws akin to steel
A reflective carapace a draped
He'll trample the weak under his feet
His name is the Tarrasque
He sends fear throughout the world
Though dormant half the turn
He arises to annihilate the ancient ways of old
His chest shall wield 100 gems
His body 10 magic shields
His scales are pure as rock
forged from the deepest Abyss
Immune to the Heat and Cold
The week shall be paralysed with fear
Devours everything in his path
No shadow can hide from his sight
Enshrouded in mystery
A hideous abomination of god
He's the gift that nobody wants
With no return policy
A demon in a silver skin
A legend of forgone years
Spirit of a long-forgotten past
Leaving nothing in his wake
Scaling the timeless landscape
Destroying all with his bestial hate
The horror for all is high
The task is at hand
The act of mortal men
Crushed by his fury and hate
The Tarrasque is alive
Fear the Abyss
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