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Credits

Contents

Authors

Gareth Hanrahan & Bryan

Steele

Publications Manager

Ian Belcher

Introduction 2

The History of Granbretan 6

The Realm of Granbretan 11

The Beast Orders 21

The Lords of Granbretan 43

Equipment

Interior Illustrations

Leonardo Borazio, Martin Hanford,

Iordanis Lazaridis, Javier Charro

Martinez, Regis Moulun, Sean

Parnell, & Chad Sergesketter

Editor

Richard Ford

Cover Art

Chris Quilliams

Scientiﬁ c Sorcery

Creatures and Foes

Playtesters

Sean Brown, Tina Cook, Cindy

Freeman, Craige Freeman, Brian

Gellinault, Paul Palmer, Robert Poulin

Mass Combat

Cover Design

Iordanis Lazaridis

The Course of the War

Hunters of Granbretan

Introduction

Proofreading

Ron Bedison & Scribendi

A Dark Night in Karlye

Production Director

Alexander Fennell

Bloody Streets

105

No Way Out

109

RuneQuest Logo

Anne Stokes

116

Special Thanks

Michael Moorcock

When Destiny Calls

Characters and Beasts

119

Appendix

124

Index

128

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Introduction

INTRODUCTION

From Tozer’s unfinished and suppressed play, The

Mirror of Nature:

WOLF: Never! Granbretan’s conquest shall never cease

until all the world’s beneath our heel.

BULL: But… is the world not round, and thusly, there’s

no top from which to crush?

WOLF: Shut that fool up.

GOAT: His roaring offends the ear.

SERPENT: Aye. Our sorcery-science proved the world

is shaped very like a map, with ‘to be conquered’ writ in

mountains across Asiacommunista.

WOLF: I’ll conquer all the east in a day and Amarekh by

Tuesday week!

GOAT: And what of Darkest Afric, and Turkia and

Slough?

WOLF: They’ll all be mine – I mean ours, by which I

mean his.

BULL: Whose?

WOLF: Why, the King, of course. Hush now, we approach

his awesome sphere.

To The King: Oh mighty King-Emperor, the

Lords of LilBretan would speak to you.

GOAT: Look, he sleeps.

SERPENT: Like a little infant, curled up in the mother’s

womb.

BULL: Aye. It warms the heart and makes me want to

kick pregnant women in the belly.

GOAT: What doesn’t make you want to do that?

BULL: Getting them with child in the ﬁ rst place! Haw!

WOLF: Be quiet, fool! Don’t speak of such things in

front of the King! Don’t you know he hasn’t gotten any

since the dark of time?

SERPENT: You’ve woken him and he’ll be wrathful. I’ll

not wait.

Dramatis Personae:

The KING, swimming in his royal throne-globe. A merry

fellow, quick to laugh;

A WOLF, ambitious and cunning, with a ﬁ ne beard;

A GOAT, a little cranky, who is also Archduke of

Londra;

A BULL, as witty as he is handsome;

A DRAGON, but newly hatched from an EGG;

A SERPENT, nocturnal by nature;

A HERON in search of entertainment;

TICK-TOCK, a Fool wearing a Clock for a Mask;

A CYNIC, wearing his Face on his Face and his Heart

on his Sleeve;

A MAD MUSCOVITE, Risen from the Dead for Comedic

Effect,

ALSO

HAWKMOON, a Phantom Born Of Too Much Cheese;

A SLAVE, servant of the HERON, and he could be any

man, or woman either, and gods know many of us have

wished ourselves in his position;

A MESSENGER

WITH

Sundry GUARDS and BRAVE WARRIORS, every man-

jack of them a prince among men and lord of the earth,

courageous and bold and never shirking, disciplined as

iron and strong as steel;

A Full Chorus of Slaves, Maskless, Wretches, Courtiers

and Damned Souls

AND

A NARRATOR who should have more sense.

Scene 1: The Throne Room of the King. Discover KING,

stage left. Enter WOLF, GOAT, BULL and SERPENT.

The SERPENT carries the EGG. They walk to the King.

It is suggested that the audience go to the lobby and buy

refreshments as the characters cross the stage, which

should be a mile wide to fully convey the grandeur of the

KING’s hall.

The SERPENT leaves the EGG on stage and exits through

a trapdoor. Noxious fumes and the crying of the damned

are heard.

KING: What? Who? Where? Are those my feet?

GOAT: Nah, lord. Your feet atrophied before the Tragic

Millennium was done.

KING: I liked my feet. Ah well, no matter. Report, my

lords. How goes our war in Europe?

WOLF: It’s done.

KING: What, already?

GOAT: My legs ache. My lords, let’s stop and rest

awhile.

Introduction

GOAT: The last cleaning expedition set

out seventeen months ago, sire, and has

not yet reported back.

KING: Bah! You’re saying my throne

room hasn’t been cleaned in two years?

GOAT: No, my lord, two hundred years.

And with all the weekly orgies, sire, this

room’s gone rather rank.

KING: Bah! Send the madman to his

wife, that’ll ﬁ nish him for sure. And have

the Serpent ﬁ nd some way to clean up

this ordure.

GOAT: Verily, it shall be so my lord.

Exit A MAD MUSCOVITE

KING: Anything else to report from

Europe?

WOLF: The roads from Karlye to Istanbul are paved with

skulls and signposted with cruciﬁ xes and all the distances

are now marked in miles, not kilometres.

KING: What of Espanyia?

WOLF: The Serpent’s plagues were most efﬁ cacious,

majesty. All of Espanyia’s a charnel ﬁ eld.

KING: Start building holiday homes there immediately.

What of Muskovia?

BULL: Er, was I supposed to conquer that?

WOLF: You were! Did you not heed my cunning plan?

BULL: I thought the Muscovite would do it.

WOLF: He’s dead!

Enter HAWKMOON, who is visible only

to the WOLF

HAWKMOON: Ich bin ze Duke von Köln, the dastardly

ally of that mad genius, Count Brass! I live in an invisible

castle und I tweak ze moustachios of ze Wolf in every

battle from the Kamarg to Hamadan! Ho ho ho! And

though I am but vun mench, mit my hairy-dwarf wife,

I am still ze greatest threat to Granbretan! I will invade

Londra with an army of feral ﬂ amingos!

WOLF: Hawkmoon yet lives! By the Runestaff, I’ll

have yet another revenge upon him! The Kamarg, all

fourteen marshy square feet of it, is the greatest threat

to our continent-spanning thousand year empire! Why,

they have at least a dozen soldiers, and a ﬂ amingo and

a giant militant corkscrew! My King, I demand that we

immediately send a million men to ﬁ nd Castle Brass!

HAWKMOON: Did you send me there in the ﬁ rst place?

Look how well that turned out…

Exit Hawkmoon on a rope from on high.

WOLF: Rragh!

GOAT: Look, the egg hatcheth.

The EGG cracks, and a DRAGON emerges.

DRAGON: Ho! I seek conquests and glories!

WOLF: We’ve conquered all of Europe already and I

bagsied Asiacommunista.

GOAT: You can have Amarekh.

DRAGON: Nay, I fear death by water. I’ll ﬁ nd amusements

elsewhere.

Exit the DRAGON.

Enter A MAD MUSCOVITE and TICK-TOCK.

MAD MUSCOVITE: Dead! Dead! Death to Life!

TICK-TOCK: Behold! I resurrect the dead! I am the Lord

of Time!

WOLF: Could you not resurrect someone useful?

TICK-TOCK: Why, with all of Europe conquered and

Asia lying defenceless, I thought we’d need a challenge.

Thusly, I brought back a moron who’s more trouble than

he’s worth.

WOLF: Well, kill him once more.

MAD MUSCOVITE: Death to Life! Black to white!

Murder to kittens! We’ll cross the Black Sea by ﬁ lling it

with corpses!

TICK-TOCK: I lack the will.

BULL: I’ll do it. Pass me yon axe.

GOAT: You can’t kill people in front of the King.

KING: You can’t?

KING: My wolf, attend to the conquest of the East. My

good goat, attend to the cleaning. My lord bull…

Introduction

The BULL kneels.

BULL: Command me, King of the World.

KING: Give me but a moment.

BULL: A million lifetimes are yours, oh most terrible

majesty.

KING: Good point. Wait there.

Exeunt Omnes, save the BULL, who waits patiently,

kneeling, for a time.

TICK-TOCK ( offstage): And thus, ten thousand years

pass!

MAD MUSCOVITE: Look, they stuck all my bits back

on! Hardly any rotted!

HERON: Well, no more than was rotted before. I suppose

you want to ravish me then!

MAD MUSCOVITE: Lie back and think of Granbretan,

my love.

HERON: aside Where is that cursed slave?

aloud Wait, who’s that I hear approaching?

Enter the DRAGON, stage right.

DRAGON: It is I, the Dragon! Young and full of pep and

ﬁ re.

HERON: My, that is indeed a ﬁ ne worm.

MAD MUSCOVITE: She’s mine! Be gone, or I shall call

you by strange insulting names from my homeland.

HERON: We could share?

MAD MUSCOVITE: Never! Death to Life!

Enter a SLAVE.

HERON: to the DRAGON: Be with you in a moment.

DRAGON: You should know this is my ﬁ rst time. I’m

less than ten minutes old, after all.

The HERON takes the lipstick from the SLAVE and

applies it to her beak.

HERON: Kiss me, you fool.

TICK-TOCK ( offstage): I’m coming, hold on!

HERON: Not you. My husband!

CHORUS ( offstage ): Which one? You’ll have to be more

speciﬁ c!

THE MAD MUSCOVITE KISSES THE HERON ON HER

POISONED BEAK.

MAD MUSCOVITE: Oh venomous glasnost! Too late

I (standing in for my homeland of Muskovia) learn the

truth of Granbretan. He dies.

DRAGON: Have I come at a bad time?

HERON: Nay!

They embrace.

DRAGON: I’ve come at a bad time.

Curtain.

Scene 2: Another room in the castle. Enter a HERON,

stage left. She is dressed in the greatest of ﬁ nery, silken

garments from the east, jewels most rare and precious,

gold and gilt and silver and all manner of treasures.

Immediately upon entering, she casts them off and walks

naked save for a mask to centre stage. A SLAVE follows

her.

HERON: Oh, ﬁe upon this dull life. I desire

entertainment.

SLAVE: The sexual gymnasts?

HERON: Done them.

SLAVE: The mutant horses?

HERON: Ridden them.

SLAVE: Perhaps –

HERON: Both ways.

SLAVE: The Serpent’s excessive machine?

HERON: Broke it.

Enter a MESSENGER, stage right.

HERON: Done him.

MESSENGER: Milady, I bring joyous news. Your

husband lives!

HERON: You’ll have to be more speciﬁ c.

MESSENGER: About what?

HERON: Well, which husband, ﬁ rstly… and how exactly

it’s joyous.

Enter a MAD MUSCOVITE, stage right, who lops the

head off the MESSENGER.

MAD MUSCOVITE: Honey, I’m home! Da!

HERON: Did you not conveniently die in France, leaving

me control of your legion of elite warriors?

MAD MUSCOVITE: Death to Life! Murder to Birth!

Fire to Ice! Roast to Chickens!

HERON to the SLAVE: Slave, fetch me my poisoned

lipstick.

SLAVE: Which one?

HERON to the SLAVE: I’m in a burgundy mood today.

Exit slave, stage left. The MAD MUSCOVITE casts off his

armour and stands naked on stage, save for his chicken

mask.

Scene 3: The dungeon of the Serpent. Discover the

SERPENT, with a chorus of moaning SLAVES and

buzzing machines.

SERPENT: Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble, I’ll blow

Europe into rubble!

Enter a GOAT

GOAT: Hail, Baron!

SERPENT: To the weather control machine! I’ll make it

hail icebergs over Basinstoke!

GOAT: No, I mean, hello Baron.

SERPENT: Hell, O Baron? It shall be so! I’ll tear open

the walls of reality and open a gateway to Hell itself!

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