Polaris Te'Laetheriel

A half-human, half-elven monk of the Pullahari Order and member of the Forerunners. She is the current wielder of Murandir, the Black Blade. Polaris was eventually kidnapped by the Cult of Arc'Tun as they suspected her to be Vol'Shiar, a herald who would bring about the Seer's Prophecy.

History

Polaris was raised by her elven mother, Laetheriel, in a forest enclave located north of the elven capital Nalaquiri. Laetherial is the high priestess in Chandrelle te'le'Venya, a reclusive arcane order which self-exiled centuries ago from the Keshian Empire.
Polaris has two half-brothers, both are full-blooded elves. The family is close and affectionate, though Polaris has always felt ostracized due to her half-human bloodline.
Her curiosity to understand her human half led Polaris to run away from the Chandrelle and sneak north across the Vale to the Kingdom of Andor, where she was kidnapped by the Cult of Arc'Tun.
Polaris' journeys were well-documented as a member of the Forerunners, and would take her to all three continents on Aedrus. Polaris was killed in 182 KE at the Battle of Prophecy's End as the victim of a powerful Fate of Damocles spell, cast by Mordicon in order to bring about the Seer's Prophecy. She was reborn as the precursor dragon Vol'Shiar, the Astral Voice.

A Tale of Murandir

The half second after the strange black sword merged with her right arm would seem no different to her companions, but Polaris immediately forced herself to transcend into an astral trance that would seem like days to her. She opened her eyes to the familiar surroundings of what appeared to be the Pullahari Monastery where she had trained, deep in the forest heart of the Keshian Empire. To the east she could see the placid, rippling waves of the Ses’Theros ocean, and to the west, the delicate spires of Nalaquiri gleamed on the distant horizon. The monastery, as usual, appeared entirely in ivory and mother-of-pearl. A barely noticeable frown appeared and swiftly disappeared on her face. Not entirely those colors. Now there were streaks of obsidian here and there.
Those must be one of the results of that thing that had merged with her. The monastery appeared deserted as usual, but she could sense… something. Polaris spent quite some time (hours? days?) trying to communicate with it or learn something from it, with little avail. She learned that its name was Murandir, and that it was the Blade of Duty, one of the seven ancient Blades of Avelorn, relics of an epoch that time had forgotten. She was almost certain that it was sapient and could communicate with her if it so chose, but it seemed to almost be appraising her for the time being. With little progress made, she decided to seek help. Polaris sent out a thought that resembled a small ooshi. The tiny bird swiftly darted out of sight and she settled down to wait. After about an hour, the glimmering astral projection of her master, the Ancient One, appeared. “Greetings, master,'' she said. “Greetings, my child. How is your journey going?” the Ancient One replied. Polaris then proceeded to recount the events of her travels so far. “So now I am… apprehensive. In Arath’Marin’s hand, this weapon saved countless human lives, but duty is not bound by morality. Although I have been tranquil these past months, whatever took me over six months ago is still out there. If it decides to possess me again, but now armed with Murandir, the duty that the sword will strive for could be very bleak.”
The Ancient One hesitated, then answered. “You are right to be concerned, but that empathy may very well be why the blade chose you."
He paused, then continued. "Even within our deep seclusion, I hear rumors of growing strife in the human Kingdom to the north. Unrest within the religions which they worship, and distrust between the royal family and its subjects. The civil war which broke the Lion Throne decades ago left scars that never fully healed, wounds that look for any excuse to reopen. There are many eyes who watch those humans you travel with, never forget that.” “Blessings and strength go with you, my child.” As she said that, the Ancient One’s astral form began to flicker away. Polaris looked at the tranquil sights of the Pullahari Monastery, and then opened her eyes in the real world to find out how best to deal with Murandir.

Ethinicity
Elven, Human
Year of Birth
93 KE
Died
182 KE
Birthplace
Nalaquiri - Keshian Empire
Aligned Organizations
Forerunners of Prophecy
Pullahari Order
Chandrelle te'le'Venya