You were minding your own business, weaving a few disparate nebulas together, half minding the temporal broadcast playing in the background. You were a Forger/Grower, minding your garden of stars.
Blissfully unaware of the Ravager's stalking you.
Before you knew what was happening, their phase lances were stabbing you in the back, your matter and aether twisting together and colliding and destroying each other, releasing enough radiation to scour a dozen worlds.
You fought back, of course, albeit with a more wounded ferocity. You grabbed a nearby star, disrupted it with an imbalance of aether. You crushed it down the throat of the nearest Ravager, satisfied as it's body exploded from the contained energy.
But there were two more of them, and they surround you with nets and thorns, and though your roar shaked the very heavens they carved you to pieces. You were discarded, left to float through the void.
Until you came to your new home.
What are you?
A. The Remnant Skull, the size of a mountain. Bone and scattered organic matter.
B. The Heart Orb. Metal and energy,
C. The Shapeless Mass. Twisting mix of Aether and Matter.
D. Something else?
And What World did you fall on?
E. A Ruined one. They discovered a great magic or technology that brought the world to its knees.
F. A Jungle World. Lush with life, potential is unbound.
G. Desert World. Sand is everywhere, and life is harsh.
H. A Fantastic Realm. Here the mortals have harnessed the power of Aether.
I. Advanced World. Here the mortals have advanced their technology.