Spawned from the 
Prime Material 
Plane Sent to punish nature entire 
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 and a lashing tail 
He has claws akin to steel 
And a reflective carapace 
He'll trample the weak under and foot 
His name is the 
Tarrasque 
He sends fear throughout the valley 
Though dormant half the turn 
He arises to annihilate the ancient ways of old 
His chest shall wield 100 gems and his body 10 magic shields 
His scales are like pure rock forged from the deepest 
Abyss Immunity to the heat and cold 
The weak shall paralyse with fear 
He devours from endless miles around 
No shadows from his sight 
Enshrouded in mystery 
A hideous abomination of 
God From the 
Elemental 
Princes of 
Evil A gift of no return 
A demon in a silver skin, a legend of forgone years 
The Tarrasque shall live again 
In the form of one whom is black 
The blood of carrion shall fall 
And devour holy flesh 
This land shall be cleansed of filth 
For he has the force of twelve 
His powers remain intact; the ancient myths won't die 
Spirit of a long forgotten past 
Leaving nothing in his wake 
Scaling the timeless landscape 
Destroying all with his bestial hate 
The horror for six is nigh 
The task is at hand 
The acts of mortal man are crushed by his fury and hate