Piperka

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 when the engineers of the colony finally pulled the plug on their humble house's power, 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.