I spent a full week working in the pens, Sk'rivva watching my every move, her sleek voice tutoring me softly how to care for these 'delicate creatures.' The other workers stayed clear of me, their eyes averted but that was probably due to the tight ship that Sk'rivva ran.

'Don't touch the animals, the cages and definetly don't touch the istruments we use to otuch the animals or the cages...'
On the second day a group of seven or eight young dunmer came in, half naked and standing strong though I could see the fear in their eyes.
I watched as Sk'rivva nicked each of them with a small white dagger, said to be made from the bone of a great hunter.
Three days later they turned and I was forced to keep an eye on them.
One night I caught Sk'rivva inside one of the cages with one on its belly, moaning softly.
With a grunt Sk'Rivva stitched up the wounds on it's stomach.
"They fight each other you see..." she whispered softly as the werewolf scampered off to join its pack on the other side of the cage.
"Few have the willpower to turn back into a human you see.... But it does not matter..."

"But why are you doing this?" I asked, my eyes planted onto a large wolf snoring peacefully near the corner, a single gray streak running across its face.

Sk'rivva looked at me with a small frown.
"Because this is the only way we will get our country back...

We never talked after that meeting.
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It really is beautiful up here...

Abigail stretched and looked over at the calm waters, there once a time where merchants and gondoliers sailed freely around the canton, selling wares and trading stories from lands far away.
She turned and walked through the marble halls, it was hard to believe that once pilgrims had flocked here from all of Morrowind, begging favor from Vivec or giving their afternoons up for silent prayers.
Abigail wondered where Vivec was, lost during the crisis.
It was possible he could have escaped, maybe he went to Akavir to find Furan...

Furan's name still gave a numb feel to her heart, as if the last few years had killed whatever was once there, not letting the memories reach the very core.
There was small grunt behind her.
It was that Akavir again...

Abgail sighed. Just Great
"What is it Haeil?" she asked, her voice slightly clipped.
"It's the walls" Haeil croaked, ignoring the expression on Abigail's face.
There was time to silently hate the old slag later....[/i]

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"Jiub" a voice muttered hoarsely.
I opened my eyes slowly to see Lock there, his dark face a little scratched.
"What is it?" I murmured, rubbing my eyes with a free hand.
"We have received word of... a possible invasion" Lock said, throwing me a small bag.
"An invasion?"
"Yes... Of Vivec... It's time to go"
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"Lord Teinaava" the scout whispered, his scaly face shining from recently being in the water.
"What is it?" I growled, spending thirty hours awake hadn't done anything for my health, but there were many plans that needed to be put into action before the main invasion.

"We have a contingent of Shadowscales ready for orders, dunmer archers, khajiit skirmishers...."
I waved him away.
"How long will it take?"
"We shall be ready to move in a day sir..."I nodded and rubbing my hand over Almalexia's once great walls... now little more then rubble, its occupants now little more then slaves... A fiting end to such an evil place. And soon Vivec will join it in ruins...

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Abigail's eyes widened, her hands shaked no matter how she hard she tried to still them, "Why didn't you tell me of this immdiatly?" she asked, her voice a deadly whisper.

"We thought it was foolish...a rumor but nothing else..." The ordinator's voice shook slightly, the last few years had been disaterous for their order, with no gods to follow and with less then a quarter of their original numbers to boot!
But the real fear came from what he held in his hand, a note, a warning. Sent by bird and arrived only minutes ago and written with a scrawly hand.
They're coming.

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The boat from Ravenrock was captained by a young dunmer with hard, cold eyes. Rain was falling lightly against its wooden frame and cloth sails, bringing the a small rapping sound to my ears.
Lock shivered and held his blanket close to him, his breath little more then a vapour.
I wasn't doing to much better, Lock was telling me how the leader of the Vivec base was cold and strong, famous for breaking new recruits like myself between her fingers like autumn leaves.

The last thing I wanted was to be abused by some kind of battle witch who couldn't crack a smile if she tried... But Haeil will be there and that was something....
With a grunt from the captain the sails came loose and slowly but surely we began to move toward Khuul.


Here End Chapter Two

I have a very strong sense of being set up for something more - a pretty good buildup of the strategy here.

makes me wonder what will happen next!

Hello!

I like the thought that you put into your characters and their interactions with one another. It's obvious that you care about making them into very real, believable personalities.

As a criticism though, I've noticed throughout your chapters that your grammar is consistently skewed. You often try to make clauses into complete sentences (sometimes it can be effective to let a clause stand alone, but not often.), or you connect complete sentences to others without a conjunction, as if they were clauses instead of sentences. Your story would be much improved if you fixed this, whether it's a simple editing mistake or an oversight, because even with interesting content, I keep pausing while I'm reading to think, "Well, that sentence structure doesn't work."

And this is just a comment to help you improve, so please don't take it in the wrong light. We all make grammar mistakes, but when they become too noticeable, it seriously detracts from the story. Your ideas are good, and you should want the reader to focus on that.