Ghosts along the Mississippi

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Ghosts along the Mississippi
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Motto: ubi est tartaro condimentum?
Alignment: ...All over the place, honestly
Totem Monster: Barking Catfish
High-level Rank: Afishionado
Gold Fund: 24765 c.u. c.u.
Leader: GodFuhkan 
Founder(s):
Membership Count: ~ 20-30
Guild Page: Ghosts along the Mississippi 


A reasonable approximation of the awesome Mother Catfish's visage. The guild hopes that it may move the reader, though it cannot truly encapsulate her beauty.

In a world...where tartar sauce is limited...in the search of catfish allies, the Ghosts along the Mississippi strives 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!!!)


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History

Although the detailed account of the origins of the guild will, perhaps, be forever lost to history, guild historians have worked hard on unpicking the truth from all the fragments told by 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 of GodKenra  and Nicolayis, of GodHystodette (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, the historians eventually deciphered it, and elaborated their to their guildmates what they had discovered.

The story went like this: this chef, whose identity remains unknown, had embarked on a what seemed a relatively straightforward quest overseas. Though (being a chef) they were well-packed for the travel, misfortune struck: one starless night, near the end of the journey, they awakened to a great rumbling off in the distance. They tried to keep out of its pace, to no avail̶. They were swiftly overtaken, struck by the great storm, and thrown off course, left to the mercies of the waves. At some point, they'd lost consciousness, but found upon awakening that they and their ship survived, mostly intact. Thinking this a sign of good tidings, they assessed the situation. They consulted their map, and figured that they were most likely only a few miles in the wrong direction. Then they checked their provisions, and discovered that their supplies were still well-stocked. Thus, they decided it would be more economical to skip over the islands peeking over the horizon, which would waste resources for no gain since the destination was nearby, and resolved to return to their prior route.

As they later remarked...

???'s Journal
Day?, 10:15 This was a bad idea.


After that initial cluster of islands, the sea was barren. They were unconcerned, the first few days. Then the trend continued, and, slightly panicked, they decided to turn back to the islands for directions. No help was forthcoming, however, as they found themselves even more lost (and, from recent reproductions of the chef's journey, even further from their destination). Despite their situation, the chef did not resign themselves to their fate. For weeks, they sailed in vain, all in hope of once again seeing land.

The story becomes unclear from this point onward, as there are various differing versions of what they'd seen on their travels. What is agreed upon, and corroborated in the diary entries discovered by our spirited historians, is the tale of their meeting with the Mother Catfish.

Though a more thorough account has yet to be written, the gist is as follows:

While on the brink starvation,our Mother Catfish, in a grand gesture of selflessness, sacrificed herself in order to save the chef. They cooked her into fish and chips, and ate it with tartar sauce. In a show of eternal gratitude, the founder dipped into the dark arts in an attempt to revive the Catfish, but things went strange and she came back as as a spectre. Our founder thanked her, and asked why she sacrificed her life, to which 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.