I tell you this, and know that it is true:
This is a world of monsters.
This is a world of magic.
This is a world of gods.
I tell you this, and know that it is true: the gods walk among us. They fly in the skies in the form of dragons and stars and great falcons with the sun in their eyes; they tread the paths of the endless forests in the shapes of wild wolf-men, clever-eyed foxes and shapeless things of living shadows; they sail across seas of light as men and women and silver-scaled fishes and seagulls white as sea-foam; they walk among the streets of living cities, unseen and unheard, either offering their blessings or silently judging the ones most faithful to them.
I tell you this, and know that it is true: there is magic all around us. It flows beneath the earth and permeates all living things, and those who know how can tap into it and work wonders upon the land; it reverberates in all music, an echo of an echo of the First Song that shattered itself into infinity and gave birth to the world in a mystery no-one can ever really comprehend; it shines in the sacred symbols of gods wielded by mortal hands, glowing with energy at once both holy and unholy; it boils and simmers in the concoctions of ambitious alchemists and in the arcane tomes of proud mages in their high crystal-towers.
I tell you this, and know it is true: monsters plague the land. Mindless and beastly, spawn of nameless gods of life and death; they come in ten thousand and more shapes, demons and angels and tree-nymphs and dragons; they have their own language, their own culture, and some are driven by a burning hate of all things mortal, while some other are kind and gentle, offering shelter to restless travelers that happen to pass through their lairs.
I tell you this, and know it is true: this is a wild, untamed world, where civilization is scattered across the few cities of the land. the wilds are dangerous. the wilds kill.
Still, there is power out there, beyond the safe walls of the cities. There is power and glory and mystery and fortune awaiting.
So pick up your sword, your arcane staff, your dagger, your lute; don your armor, wear the robe woven with symbols of power, put on your boots and your leather armor; grab your most trusted friends, and also the friends you trust a little less, for there is strength in numbers; and, finally, never forget this:
This is a world of monsters. This is a world of magic. This is a world of gods.
But this is your world, too.
Who will you be, when the cards unfold and the dice fall?
Who are you, now?