Adult White Dragon
| Harper Field Dossier | |
|---|---|
| Combat reference | |
| Type | Chromatic dragon (white) — the coldest and most feral of dragonkind |
| Vulnerabilities | None discovered; fire remains the Harpers' wager (unconfirmed) |
| Resistances | None known — it carries no charm against any blow but cold |
| Immunities | Cold of every kind: frost, ice, the deep-winter chill |
| Condition Immunities | None known |
| Strong Saves | Shrugs off effects that test reflexes, constitution, willpower, or force of personality |
| Senses | Sees in utter dark; senses hidden things close by without sight; keen of scent and hearing |
| Movement | Flies; swims and is at home beneath the ice; crosses ice and snow without slipping |
| Notable Abilities | A cone of killing frost, loosed again and again; a terror that roots the brave in place; can refuse binding magic outright a few times over; strikes with bite, claw, and tail at once and beats its wings to scatter foes and take wing |
| Provenance | |
| Knowledge | Partial — first-hand, but a single encounter |
| First Encountered | Session ##, a high glacier shelf |
| Filed by | Agent Wren, of the Tellstone circle |
Filed to the company's book after first contact. Read it before you climb back up that ice. — Wren
The Harpers' Read
This is no clever monster — it is a patient one, and a hungry one, and the cold is not its weapon so much as its home. The box at right holds what your company paid to learn; here is what the circle makes of it.
We found no hurt it suffers worse than another, so pin no hope on a frailty unseen — though every old dossier and every frost-giant's song agrees that a thing which is winter should fear fire. Carry flame, but carry a plan that does not need it.
Do not meet it on the ice, where its footing and its wings and its swimming all tell against you. Spread wide before its breath, for it will wait, and herd you close, and spend that frost where it costs you most. Expect your finest binding to be shrugged aside, and have your next answer ready before it is. And steel your people against its terror before they stand in its shadow — not after.
Encounters of Record
Session ## — A high glacier shelf
Drawn from the company's own account — set the session, the place, and the names as they belong.
On a high shelf of blue ice the company came face to face with the wyrm. What they carried back down is the spine of this dossier: that the cold did nothing to it; that it loosed a cone of killing frost into their midst and stood ready to do so again before they could close; that a binding which should have held it was simply shrugged off; and that the mere sight of it bearing down nearly broke the line.
What they did not learn is written in the gaps: whether it answers to anything greater, whether it lairs alone or shares that shelf with its blood, the full reach of its breath, and any true frailty beneath the cold. Those pages are still dark. The next climb may fill them.