White dragon… from the Chalice of Mystery

“Come here!” A woman’s voice icily commanded.
Thad dropped his sword and walked toward her.
Farlow vainly tried to stop his fellow Ranger. He shouted, “He’s
charmed!”
Ravenna screamed, “Get away from her!”
Thad was twenty feet away. The white dragon lunged forward
and consumed him with a single gulp!
“Breath weapon!” Ravenna screamed.
The thirty foot long white dragon exhaled bone-breaking cold
and killed the thirteen men in the cavern. Those standing at the
entrance of the cavern that turned away at Ravenna’s urging received
only some frostbite to their backsides. The frigid breath
killed two Curates who were armed only in cloth.
Knarra and Roscoe reached the opening to the cavern. Screams
of anguish filled the air!. Many men ran away- victims of the ancient
white dragon’s Fear Spell.
“I’m really glad we came here!” Roscoe said facetiously. “Heat
her up! Ravenna, can you do anything? I have no sulphur. I must
rely on my staff.”
The dragon closed to within range of the opening to the cavern
and mustered energy to breathe again.
Ravenna dropped her bow, threw some powder into the air, and
shouted an incantation. She did not cast a simple elfish Fire Spell.
She cast a Flame Strike! The force of the spell maimed the dragon
and knocked her off balance. As a result, its breath gushed forward
but struck the three hundred foot high ceiling of the cavern. Roscoe
pointed his staff and sent flames into the monster, furthering the
beast’s anguish. Knarra brought flames down from the ceiling of
the cavern. The spell knocked the beast to the floor of the cave. The
dragon roared and tried to right itself.
“Archers!” Rabe commanded. “Aim for the eyes! The scales are
too thick!”