Ask anyone: Adventuring has never been for the faint of heart, but for the pure. The practice of those golden souls who go where no other mortal dares- Facing down the most scheming of evils, the mightiest of foes and forces, to delve into the depths of what is so forgotten, and therefore so dangerous, that not even the evidence of its creators survives, even in the most obscure of archives. Adventurers are gentle and dependable, and if there was no other you could count on, you could turn to an adventurer.
Yet reality flavors this truth a little differently, a few centuries after it's establishment. There are guilds to be sure, and dungeons, heroes, villains, monsters and certainly sword and sorcery, but there are also regulations, standard business practices, guild offices, invoices, documentation, taxes, law practice in civil and criminal court, and ultimately technology and magic are so on equal ground that no adventurer is any more or less “super” than any other given individual. But at least the pure hearts still matter after all this time.
Buttercup and her friends haven't really got a clue about adventuring. Their path in life has thus far led them to their semi-weekly task of beating up dangerous monsters for cash on a tiny colony (well, really two, but the second is even smaller) on a distant moon with only a half name. Calling them adventurers is a technical truth they would have freely admitted, and with such a tiny economy, supporting this vocation long-term really only is a pipe-dream.
And as things go, pipes sometimes burst.
It should have been a sign of the beginning of the end, receiving a “shiny donut” in payment instead of far easily fungible cash, but hope has a way of rocking your little world, and maybe with lots of luck and a little pluck, Butter's team can reach the stars and know, for all it's complexities, what it truly means to be an Adventurer.
Based somewhat on my Christian faith as the author, VHV is an exploration of many things, but mostly about the many ways people think and run their lives. This is a bit of a "slow burn" comic, more focused on exploring interesting implications and interpersonal conflicts and less on incredible action. ...Though there will be some of that, too.
As a Christian artist, I don't really wish to preach. This project was undertaken as a way to write a story I wish I was able to read. There's a steep learning curve to drawing comics, and you will see plenty of improvement as you go through the archives, both in artistic capability and writing. I'm told this is normal.
My primary goal is to make something good. Not simply of quality, but a work the reader won't feel guilty for reading.
Heaven knows we need more of those.
I'm Daniel Frederick, although I go as Daaberlicious online. As per the cliche, I've been drawing practically since I could hold a pencil (Even though I did not know improving was possible until I was eight years old!). I've been drawing my comic seriously since 2014, but with all my self taught skills, I only really began improving a couple years after that. I have a large community to thank for how far I've gotten.
Besides drawing, I'm a typical medium technologically aware geek who loves video games and spends way too much time on Twitter. (If you want to find the complete collection of my online haunts, click on "links" at the top of the page on any portion of the site!)
Beyond that, I'm a single, introverted lower Michigander who loves taking strolls on his big property, reads a lot of webcomics, and loves dogs. Enjoy reading!