Back in the Holocene
It feels like the right time to play a few games on the wargames table. After some reading, I have decided to return
to Paleo-Hunt (again), with the possibility of adding a little Hide,
Bone & Stone if needed.
As my last game was a couple of years ago, I thought it best
to start again with the basic rules.
‘Despite the wintery chill, Grog smiled as he looked out
across the frozen landscape. The little gods of stream and stone had guided him
to the bloodstones on the first day of the new hunt. Surely this was a great omen,
and it had led him in turn to the lone woolly rhinoceros.’
This marks a change of pace, as I begin a new mini
project and return to Paleo-Hunt: Eat or Be Eaten. Over the last couple
of years, I have quietly added a few miniatures to this collection, and I have
not quite given up on the idea of getting a few games played. The plan is to
use existing figures where possible, draw on the pile of opportunity where
needed, and keep new purchases to a minimum.
Since it has been a while, I returned to the starter
scenario, Vanilla Skies, in which four hunters take on a lone woolly
rhinoceros.
I split the hunters into two teams: one moved south, while
the other circled north around the rhinoceros.
When Agg finally drew close enough to charge, he badly
mistimed his spear thrust and was battered aside for his trouble. His brother
Igg followed up with a successful blow, but he too was punished by the now
enraged rhinoceros.
With two hunters wounded, Grog could delay no longer and
charged in to support them. Proving his worth as leader of the band, he struck
true, and the rhinoceros fled north with the hunters in pursuit.
Igg proved the swiftest of the hunters, catching the
rhinoceros before it could escape and landing the killing blow.
After the hunt, both Agg and Igg recovered from their wounds
and were ready for the next hunt. The hunt trophy went to Igg, who gained the
Alert trait.
‘Grog sat silently, staring across the campfire. The little gods had deserted him today, and Igg would now be the first to place a hunter’s mark upon the bloodstones and wear the rhino-hide cloak. Yet Grog could not go against the gods, even if he suspected the old crone had favoured her grandson.’

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