This choice: that she is being summoned by the Church's Hirophant for a mission. • Go Back...Chapter #7that she is being summoned by the Church's ... by: Evtrax   Mimsy recognized that gong, and she toddled out of her lab and headed to the center of the church. As a Sorceress she was one of the Church of Rebirths official adventurers and was on call for vital missions. While all of humanity followed the teachings of the church, and about 98% of the churches followers led a babyish life, there were still hardships. There were other races, such as elves and dwarfs, who didn't follow the churches doctrines (usually) but did look out for humanity. Occasionally an adventurer had to deal with these "nice" races, and those missions were Mimsy's favorite.
But those missions were rare. Usually the missions adventurers were called on were not nice. These were much more varied, and none of them were fun (at least to Mimsy). Sometimes she had to deal with very mean races who loved to bully the humans, things like Giants, Goblins and Orcs. Or she had to deal with cults, those babies or nice races who worshiped not the good gods but the evil ones. Maybe the cult worshiped fiends, those souls of very bad babies or evil people, like the bully races or nice races who became not nice. Or maybe they worshiped the bad fey, those strange beings who embodied nature, or the shades who were there counterparts.Or maybe the cult worshiped the titans who were overthrown by the good gods before they destroyed everything. Or maybe they worshiped those things from beyond. She wet her diaper slightly at the rememberance of when she saw one of those things. A cult could worship just about anything, even the good gods. And those were just the most common of the not nice missions. Entire tomes were written about the things that nessisated a not nice mission, and there always seemed to be more.
Her musings were broken when a young boy (a teenager really) ran past her being a jaybird. Then following him was a woman who was obviously his mother, wearing just a diapy and yelling, "Chwis, yous gotta put on a diapy!" The young boy, named Chris, yelled back, "No mommy, me wanna be nakie!" Mimsy decided to help this woman and cast a cantrip stopping the boy. Mimsy walked up to him and said, "Parents are parents. We may all be babies, but smaller babies have to listen to the big babies who are in charge. You gotta listen to your mommy." Chris groaned and pouted by said, "Fine." Mimsy then freed Chris and continued on her way.
Thus she entered the chambers of the Hirophant Amari, a large breasted blond woman who was amongst the large minority that embraced the babyish life to the fullest. She was completely infantile, and as such had never learned to walk or to talk without a lisp. The chambers were full of baby toys, and in the corner was a crib she slept in while on the other side was a baby bouncer. Near the door was her baby walker, and on a blanket in the center of the room was the Hirophant. As usual she wore only a very thick diaper, and was currently feeding the other two members of Mimsy's adventuring party. Mimsy's own work on improving agriculture meant she had to skip breastfeeding, a popular way for followers of the church to eat. Most women had the ability to make nummies (as lactating was called) but you had to ask for a feeding. A sure sign of a bad baby was suckling without permission.
On the right breast was Bellona, a tomboyish paladin whose red hair and aura helped to inform others she was willing to fight even without her armor onsie or magic sword. She was unusual in that she was a full blooded elf, and of all the nice races the elfs had the lowest following of the Church of Rebirth. It was generally assumed it was because of there long lifes, and like all the nice races they weren't forced. After all, the nice races could trace there origins to the higher plains and just moved here at some point. The length of babyhood of the nice races depended on the length of there life, but it never lasted all there life like humans.
On the left breast was Beatrix, a lower level cleric who specialized in healing spells. She was a human, and her brown hair was bobbed unlike Bellona's long hair and Mimsy's braids. Meanwhile Amari was suckling a pacifier and shaking her church given rattle of authority. Mimsy waited until they were done, knowing full well that those on either end of a feeding could ignore anything. Even if a messenger angel manifested in the room, the three wouldn't pay attention until the feeding was done.
Soon enough the two adventurers detached and let out cute little burps, then they noticed Mimsy and went to hug her. Mimsy hugged back, as the trio were not only great adventurers but also best friends. Soon the three were chatting about why they hadn't seen Mimsy for a while and Mimsy explained that she wouldn't be able to make nummies for a while due to the elixirs. Amari took out her pacifier and said, "Giwls, me have mission fow yous." The three turned back to the Hirophant and nodded. To be a Hirophant you had to be such a good baby that the gods themselves gave signs to you about what they wanted done. Hirophants were rare and important because to be a good enough baby you had to follow the doctrines of the church perfectly. Most of those who embraced the babyish lifestyle weren't good enough to be a Hirophant, even if they were good enough to get to the higher plains. This was because most church members at least knew how to walk (or rather toddle), or count higher than 10, or speak without a lisp, even if they never practiced it. The 1% who became Hirophants didn't, and they were well taken care of.
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