Compendium Entry:
[i]Dahlia, Maid of Metal - given that not many people, particularly women, live to see the age of forty-four in the rugged, perilous northern highlands of the kingdom of the Cypriots, Dahlia has experienced much in her life. Both her weariness and her toughness are etched into her face, and while she is not as big or strong as many in the company of warriors she leads, she is revered by her troops for her intelligence and oftentimes-brutal efficiency. Having defended the kingdom from the looming threats of fire and ice for many years, she was nevertheless expected to hand down leadership of her Iron Brigade to her lieutenant, her twenty-year-old daughter Heather. This changed, however, when a foray into a dangerous ruin chanced to discover the Despot's Armor.

The Tower - a hulking suit of enchanted armor. This dark gray, gold-embellished suit conforms to the one who wears it, provided they be 'worthy' -which Dahlia evidently was- and grants that individual its power. New strength flooded into Dahlia's body, empowering her beyond all previous comparison, and allowing her and her Iron Brigade to perform deeds worthy of local legend. With a brilliant juggernaut at its head, the Iron Brigade could take on much more difficult assignments, and nearly always manage to come out on top. Even Dahlia's health improved, quickly returning from the brink of degeneration. Remarkably, she appeared to be getting younger when seen out of her precious armor, though she grew more and more attached to it. Within the suit, however, she is not alone, and communes with the Tower's steely voice. It demands more and more from her for the privilege of its use, effectively locking her within itself. Time will tell if she's the Maid of Metal, or is made of metal, after all. [/i]