Ghosts along the Mississippi
In a world where tartar sauce is expended in the search of catfish allies, all will be sacrificed in hopes of reaching a new age of fishy goodness.
The guild consists of a pantheon of mighty gods who will stop at nothing to protect the guild's name and their followers from fish-stick mockery and foul language. Though from all walks of godhood, they are joined together by one cause: the introduction to of the great Mother Catfish, to the humble peoples of Godville.
(And once we can figure out how to upload a picture, she will be seen by all!!!)
Although the true origins of the guild will, perhaps, be lost to history, guild historians have worked hard on unpicking the truth from all the blurred tales of local residents. Stories of lost founders and their forgotten heroes are very commonly heard, especially in the father reaches of Godville. Though by no means comprehensive, the story, as currently understood, was collected by Desda ofand Nicolayis, of (prior to their sudden disappearance).
The mysterious story of how the guild's founder, a world class chef, befriended the sacred Mother Catfish is believed to be documented in a sheaf of papers that have tenuously been deemed their memoirs. Though clueless for weeks, due to the state of decomposition of the little book, eaten in part by termites, sticky with spider webs, and splodges here and there with an unidentified sticky substance,they eventually deciphered it fully, and elaborated their to their guildmates what they had discovered.
The story went like this: this chef, whose gender remains unknown, was saved from dying of starvation by our Mother Catfish who sacrificed herself in order to them. They then cooked her into fish and chips, and ate it with tartar sauce, the chef's favorite dish. In a show of eternal gratitude, the founder used their necromancy skill to revive the Catfish, but things went strange and she came back as a ghost. Our founder thanked her, and asked why she sacrificed her life, to what she answered that she was actually tired of raising so many kids... She had thought that dying like that would be somehow heroic, and her children would be proud to continue their life in her memory.
Or that's what the historians deduced, as that part of the book was particularly unreadable. Anyways, our founder was thankful, that was for sure. She became the founder's dear friend, and they settled right next to the Mississippi river, where the children catfish lived, so that they could watch them grow. At some point of the founder's life, they met some heroes who liked their way of living, and decided to found a new guild, in honour of the catfish who saved them. She then became the guild's familiar.
The Mother Catfish's children also became the guild's familiar and scouts. Even now, they remain around as ghosts and join their mother after we eat them when they grow old. Hence the large state-of-art kitchen in our guild hall. Right next to our private tavern of course. Can't forget the alcohol for our heroes.