Rathnar, God of Gods

Rathnar ran as fast and as far as his old legs could carry him. Into the wastes he ran. In a rage he threw away the opal jewel, tossing it to the wind and letting it be lost. He cursed his vanity that had him give up his kingship and his splendour, and he cursed the foul god who would steal what was his.

But in Rathnar's heart, what he missed most was the touch of Liasella, which he had known for what seemed to be both mere moments and an echoing eternity. His strange goddess. He ached for nothing more than to return to her, to be between her legs, to sire an endless race of divine beings with the splendid fertility of her womb. Forlorn, he called to the wind, and to the stars when night came. No one came for him.

He wandered the world eternally thereafter, pining for the entrance to his beloved's realm.