"Gasnar is a medieval fantasy world like any other. It features fairies, dragons, elves, and dwarves. However, only by analyzing the sacred scriptures of the old wise ancient prophets who have long since departed but whom everyone still blindly believes in (phew!), collectively known as the Unfinished Tales of Gasnar, can we perceive the wealth of details, sometimes useless but very detailed indeed (and talk about detail) that will make us see how different this world can be from all other medieval fantasy worlds, yet still ends up being the same as all the others. There's no point in trying to deceive!
Just for the geographical knowledge of the patient and rare reader who begins reading with the preface, the incredibly most boring part of any book, only surpassed by acknowledgments and bibliographic references (thank goodness they don't exist here!)... Uh!? Where were we? Oh yes! Geography, the most boring subject in elementary school. Well, the Nile River is one of the largest rivers in Africa... oops, wrong world. Gasnar is a planet about ten times the size of Earth. The thing is, around Gasnar, there's a magical barrier called Mana. It was discovered by the same old wise ancient prophets who have long since departed but whom everyone still blindly believes in. This barrier affects the planet, balancing the terrible effects of gravity and other natural problems that could possibly hinder the existence of life forms on this world.
Unfortunately, only twenty percent of this beautiful celestial body without its own light is explored. The rest, the old wise ancient prophets who have long since departed but whom everyone still blindly believes in, didn't have time to see because a thousand years, on average, of lifespan is not enough for so much they would have to catalog in boring books like this preface.
The name of this world comes from the five great gods who created everything. The most important realm is called Berillion – the unified land of the free peoples who were once enslaved by the feared Faceless Evil that no one likes to speak the name of, and that also exists in any world worth its salt and even those that don't! The Faceless Evil was defeated by the noble king Lucian, the halfling, and today he is the king of all Berillion and also one of the most influential figures in history, as the old wise ancient prophets who have long since departed but whom everyone still blindly believes in claim.
As a reward for his noble deeds, Lucian was blessed with the secret of immortality that the arrogant and selfish elves always kept only for themselves. But that's another story, one that the old wise ancient prophets blah, blah, blah, didn't have time to write.
Finally, ending this boring preface (after all, at this point, the reader must be almost decided to give this book as a gift to their boss or mother-in-law), it is within the great and vast realm of Berillion that this story begins. And the rest? Well, you will find out when you read all ten books of the saga written by the old wise ancient prophets (oh, you already know). So, let the torture begin. I mean, the adventure..."
R. L. G. Blacksmith