The creature, known in my world of origin as a Tyrant, had been built to be a one-being army. It took a contingent of Sleepers, some armed with magic, others with physical weapons, to take it down. [He draws in a breath.] People were harmed, some even died, including some who mattered to me. We destroyed it, but like any battle, it happened at some cost.


((OOC: The event is still unfolding, but there's been some plotting going on.))