OOC: @Gear I did hope that a compromise would be possible. It would probably make more sense for this scenario to have it as a small skirmish anyway.
OOC: @Slenn @Drak Alright, here we go.
AEanna was practicing her swordsmanship out in front of the ship. With her black hood up and her katana gleaming in the sunlight, she looked like a real assassin of the Dark Brotherhood.
A fair distance away, in the shimmering heat that hung over the sand, a rift opened. A host of figures in elegant golden armour with skin to match its hue filed out of it, followed by a tall, imperious man in black flowing robes and hood edged with fine golden thread. He carried a dagger at his belt and his angular face was one of supreme arrogance. The armoured soldiers were carrying a selection of swords, war axes and maces, all fashioned in the same elegant manner as their armour. Each had a broad winged shield on his left arm.
"Well, this is quite the change." The robed High Elf remarked.
"Where are we, Elsweyr?" One of his soldiers asked.
"I do not know." The robed one glanced up at the ship in the distance, gleaming in the sun. "But it seems we have found the natives. Let us go and ask for information."