“The world needs saving. Unfortunately, all the young adventurers are dead, missing, or ‘finding themselves’ in a crystal commune. You’ve got a bad back, a reliable flask, and sixty years of bad decisions. Time to saddle up.” The Premise You are a Geezer — a retired adventurer, disgraced knight, washed-up mage, or bitter rogue between the ages of 65 and 95. The Dark Lord’s latest apocalypse has wiped out the youngbloods. The only ones left to read the ancient prophecies are the ones who remember when those prophecies were just crackpot theories over cheap ale.