Vahra was taken a slave during a raid as a child. Her family and homeland have long since faded in her memory, but she remembers her mother wearing colored baubles in her hair with the clan tartan worn as a sash and that the weather was almost always hot and usually dry outside of the rainy season. For most of her life, she dwelled underground as a Drow slave. Assigned to toil in the mines and shafts crisscrossing underground, she carried rocks and water until she was old enough to bear children. After her first child, she tried persuade her overlords to assign her to the only alternative for work - the mines - and, after a second daughter and a difficult birth, they finally assigned her to the mines for hard labor.

Mine collapses, subterranean monsters, occasional raids by underground dwellers, and the ever present oppression of her Drow masters ground thoughtful obedience and a quiet acceptance of bloodshed into her, though her spirit was ultimately unbroken. Known to face danger pragmatically and to wield a pick against rock and living (occasionally unliving) things with equal skill, it was no surprise when she signed up for the Black Guard the moment the crier finished the Queen's announcement.

Grueling conditions, physical strain, and harsh treatment hounded her throughout her training, but she took to blade, pike, and crossbow with quick fingers and critical eye. Her sharp mind and ability to function despite danger or overwhelming circumstances marked her for more than a simple rank and file soldier. She was given the highest rank a slave could earn within the Black Guard fresh out of training and contentedly etched the Lieutenant's rank onto her breastplate.

Currently, Vahra and her daughters reside with the rest of her Black Guard regiment in Bhathairk, awaiting orders from the Drow Queen.