Yog-sothoth Vs The Tarrasque I

Birds chirped atop the trees as the sun's rays warmed the ground. The elves carried water from the old well to their houses with magic and buckets. Today was a bit hotter than usual.

"This is enough." The village patriarch said with a smile. "You can go and tend to the fields."

The elves bowed to him before turning to leave.

DING! He felt something coming from the sky. It only took him an instant to act. He was old and frail, but it didn't matter with the danger he was feeling.

SWOSH! The patriarch swung his staff around, hitting the ground and pointing up. He was a wizard and someone who revered and prayed for Mystra as long as he knew of magic. But lately, he felt the goddess's aura change. He innately knew that the Mana deity changed and could tell it was the magic horror. The laughing tornado took the throne.

"I always prayed to Mystra. But to save the village, I pray even to you. Please help us avoid this disaster!" He shouted, unleashing all of his magic. [Prismatic Dome]