Ghosts along the Mississippi

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Ghosts along the Mississippi
Motto: ubi est tartaro condimentum
Totem Monster: Barking Catfish
Guild Page: Ghosts along the Mississippi 

In a world...where tartar sauce is limated to the search of catfish allies, in hopes of colonizing a new age of fishy goodness.

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In the guild there are strong and powerful gods who will stop at nothing to protect the guild name and followers from fish-stick mockery and foul language. We are proud to introduce to Godville the great and ominous Mother Catfish in which we serve and praise, and once we can figure out how to upload a picture she will be seen by all!!!


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History

Our guild historians worked hard on unveiling the misterious story of how our sacred Mother Catfish ended in a friendship with the founder of this guild, a worldwide known cooker... Clueless for some weeks, they finally found the memories of our founder. Then they needed some more days to be able to read it fully, due to the state of decomposition of the little book, eaten in part by bugs and worms, full of spider webs, and spotted here and there with a strange sticky thing. They told their guildmates everything they had read. 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 feed him/her. They then cooked her into a fish and chips, and ate that with tartar sauce, the cooker's favorite. Due to gratitude, the founder used their necromancy skill to revive the Catfish, but things went strange and she came back like a ghost. Our founder thanked her, and asked why did she give 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/made up, because that part of the book was particularly unreadable. Anyway, the chef was thankful, that was for sure. She became the cooker's friend and company, and he settled right next to the Mississippi river, where the children catfish lived, so they could see them grow. In some point of the founder's life, they met some gods 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 inspiration. The Mother Catfish's children also became the guild's familiar and scouts. Until today, we eat them when they are too old and they become ghosts and join their mother. 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.