Lady Shavra Kael‑Gorath Vervess Obabaiidook

Shavra’s first lullaby was the ring of steel on basalt. Born to a roving Gor diplomat and a Verve star‑singer amid the quarry cities of Sevast Glade, she learned to carve pillars before she could write her name. At fifteen she joined the Emberhearth Pact, the clan’s migratory guild of builders who raise citadels each season only to leave them slumbering until their return. Where others saw abandoned stone, Shavra saw promises rooted in bedrock, and her work crews sang Verve harmonics that laced new walls with resonant strength.   Seasons on the move tempered her body into living granite. She once carried a fallen rafter half a mile alone so her crew could keep pace with the sun. Yet Shavra’s greatest weapon was her voice: a Verve harmonic echo that could still trembling scaffolds, soothe panicked oxen, or send a tremor through obstinate bedrock until it yielded to the chisel. Clan lore claims she halted a mud‑slide by matching its rumble with a bass note so pure the hillside “remembered” its original angle.   Duty eventually led her crew to the Ironcrest Marches, reinforcing Varanthian border forts. There she met Vaerazith—immaculate in midnight regalia, scales gleaming—inspecting her site. She saw polish without muscle; he saw audacity shaped like a half‑Gor titan. When she mocked his unused hands and placed a mallet in them, sparks flew—literally, as his first swing chipped both stone and scale. Shavra delighted in the lesson, and each return visit became a duel of wit and will beneath starlit scaffolds.   Their courtship unfolded like siege and counter‑siege. Shavra challenged Vaerazith’s noble stoicism with laughter and blunt truth; he answered with lectures on ley‑theory that quietly fascinated her. Nights around the campfire found them trading songs and scholarship until dawn iced the valley. By project’s end, she refused to let the noble retreat behind palace doors. Hoisting him onto her shoulder before his aghast entourage, she marched for Ironcrest and negotiated marriage terms as unflinching as any war treaty.   Wed beneath Skyforge Tower, Shavra poured molten iron into twin rings—hers infused with shed dragon scales, his with slivers of meteoric star‑steel. She accepted the Obabaiidook name but kept her clan’s hammer sigil on her cloak, a vow that her roots would never be pruned. Court gossips waited for discord; instead the pair built an alloy stronger than either lineage alone. Shavra taught nobles how to brace arches; Vaerazith drafted patent charters to fund Gor‑Verve construction guilds. Together they founded the Steel Writ Program, granting common‑born prodigies entry to the Vanguard Citadel.   Motherhood shifted but never softened her resolve. For Xhag’s birth she carved a wing‑ready nursery into living basalt, chanting Verve lullabies that etched constellations above the cradle. She taught her son to respect stone and sky in equal measure: strength must uplift, not merely impress. When Xhag chose the Vanguard Citadel, Shavra smelted his first pauldron herself. When he later eyed the Onyx Circle, she laughed, betting obsidian ingots that he would upend their secrecy with Targon thunder.   Today Shavra divides time between the Emberwall Hearth‑Temple—a forge‑home etched into Ironcrest cliffs—and traveling clan worksites. She leads ritual “Stone‑Songs” that pulse through fort foundations, reinforcing them against quake and siege. Diplomats who dismiss her as a hammer‑swinging artisan soon learn she can quote celestial law as deftly as any scholar—and negotiate from a position of literal high ground, often atop unfinished ramparts.   Those who know the Obabaiidook couple cite Shavra as the quiet storm that keeps Vaerazith’s ambitions honest. She reminds him that stone without purpose is vanity, while he reminds her that vision needs polish to inspire kingdoms. Their union is taught in Vanguard ethics seminars under the maxim “Iron, Tempered by Oak.” For cadets and courtiers alike, Shavra stands as living proof that raw strength, when guided by stellar insight, can build legacies that outlast empires.