Eugenia is 83 years old- a grandma doddering into oblivion in a world where youth and vigor are only a potion away… if you have enough gold. Eugenia has no gold. Her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren are living their own lives and all of them together barely make enough silver in ten years to add up to a potion for great grandma. They wouldn’t think to offer and she has never asked. On the opposite edge of the empire, a wrecked ecosystem has become an invasion of goblins. This disaster is a major healthcare opportunity for Eugenia, and other elderly citizens of the empire, because the Emperor only drafts soldiers over 62 years of age. The Imperial Army and the Imperial Conclave of the Classed have the resources and mandate to turn the aged and infirm into the raw recruits who will beat back the goblin menace. What to expect: Grannies Goblins Alchemy I actually have 8000 words of this story line down already. I have a vague idea where this is going. At 8000 words they’re not out of training yet, but there are definitely goblins. So. I don’t necessarily have a great track record on this site. I started something for Writeathon and promptly wrote myself into a corner where every idea seemed more absurd than the last. I guess that’s what I get for not knowing what was going to happen or what the system would look like.  I guess what I mean is I’m not promising to finish this. I just can’t seem to resist the prompt.