Crumbling capital world of the Retsinnal dynasty
During the height of Neragath depravity, they installed planetary bombs into the core of hundreds of worlds. Thus ensuring that if they could not rule the sector, then there would be no sector to rule at all. Thankfully this doomsday plan was foiled, mostly. A handful of planets were torn asunder as the Neragath fled into the Dorvaldur Gulf. Limberry was lucky that their’s only malfunctioned. It still ripped through the world; creating great fissures, causing volcanic eruptions, and leading to constant earthquakes as the planet continues to reel in torment.
But the great Lord Retsinnal III is far too proud, and far too stubborn to move from his family’s home. He has remained on Limberry, even as the ground slowly gives way beneath him. He sits atop his castle, dark and brooding, looking out into the blackness of the Retsinnal Realm. A vast region of space, awarded to his ancestors for their part in the Gallus Crusade. Full of nothing but the void and a handful of star systems as barren and inhospitable as Limberry is now.