Building Dread Elves, Not Dead Elves – Final Entry; I Dreamed a Dream…

I have abandoned the Dread fleet. The black flag flies no more, instead lying tattered and frayed upon sands stained with elven blood. The dark cloud of Ninth Age 1.2 has done what no player or foe has done before now. It has robbed my Dread Elves of their claws and has broken my will to lead them. The Dread Elf dream is dead. Why? A fair question.

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Building Dread Elves, Not Dead Elves Part IV – The Scent of Cheese and a Ringing Bell

My fourth practice game in September was against Mike’s Vermin Swarm, as mentioned previously. Having already played Mike I was confident I could beat him. He had changed his list, adding in even more ranged firepower and somehow shuffling points about to get not one but two war platforms. He’d used this new list to beat John P, a regular tournament attendee and very good player, so perhaps I should have had slightly less bravado about going into this game. Mike was also the one who clarified how powerful the Magic Resist rules are to me, so again I should have gone in with a fairly sharp mind.