When Ria was younger, little more than a child with a heart of gold and a head full of fairytales and adventure, she vowed that she would not live as a slave beneath the Dorado Empire. When she came of age, she swore she would find a way to rebirth her freedom, and the freedom of her people. Many with bitter hearts of ash and disappointment scorned her, laughed at her, told her that the notion of rebellion was but a hopeless, nonsensical myth. Many told her that she was a silly girl who needed to get her head out of the clouds and start thinking about work in the mines. But all it takes is one voice to ignite the fire of revolution, and from there even the slightest of zephyrs can spin a mere spark into a blazing wildfire. This is where the uprising begins.