Allierius was jolted from his sleep by the sensation of ice needles hitting his back. Looking around he remembered for the hundredth time where he was and why he was there. And knew exactly what had woken him up. The dank, dirty, and hot cell that was Zirazar Prison. A partially underground encampment located inside Hellgate Mountain, the biggest volcano in all of Arigossi. He had been awoken by a guard pouring ice cold water down his back. Though with the heat Hellgate emitted, the water was almost pleasant.
Zirazar, the city of Fire, was one of the biggest cities in Umoreviel, after it’s capital Teimos. And Allierius had been thrown into it’s esteemed prison for stealing, in all fairness though, that man owed him money, Allierius was simply taken what was owed to him. The guards of Zirazar sure hadn’t seen it that way though. All they saw was a grimy, filthy low life that reeked of mead and sweat.
Closing his eyes, Allierius