Stew a-Flame

Breton | He/Xe | Templar Healer | Young Adult [age unknown] born on the 13th of Hearthfire

Stew is a happy Breton with no big goals and no big backstory. He's fond of mending, crafting, and healing and is always happy to lend a hand. Almost too happy to lend a hand. Certainly too happy to lend a hand. If you ask him for help with any task, he will loyally follow the task to the end. He's especially fond of cats and mudcrabs and will never say no to a good drink and fun.

Stew was mysteriously found with no memories of his backstory, mudcrab injuries and a big headache, leaving him with a dull confusion about everything. Occasionally he remembers something from before, but mostly skills or feelings, not concrete memories.

In 582 year of the Second Era, a lone Breton was found in a dazed forced sleep upon the stairs of the daggerfall Mages Guild. Upon his torn clothes read a note, 'found in the shallows south of Daggerfall being snacked on by Mud Crabs, it seems alive.'

Stew woke up in the glimmers of twilight as the local see: low level Mages of the guild tried frantically to get him awake for many hours. Seeing the Breton awake, the rabble of the guild shoo'd him on his way after he confirmed one thing, his name was Stew, and they all seemed to know that was correct.

Unfortunately for Stew, that was about all xe could remember. Staggering out to the stairs in front of the hall, Stew sat quietly, contemplating what had happened. All he knew was his head hurt, and xe was sore and covered in various wounds. Xe knew some where from the mudcrabs, and didn't really know why. Quickly upon sighting him, concern grew among those in the castle square at the sign of the bloodied and battered Breton outside the mage's guild. An older mage, who was in study of the plants around, approached Stew, happy to see xem awake and confused as to why he was out here while still in duress and inquired about what'd happened to the young Anfraime?

Not recognizing the name, Stew inquired as to who the Orc was and who was this a flame that he spoke of. Concern grew around the square from the locals. Stew didn't know who this Stuwealth Anfraime they where mentioning was, to the distress of several all talking at once in the crowd.

The gathered seemed to break their gathered concern as a voice broke through their noise.

Let's not concern the young one with something not remembered, was the soft words of the cities gardener, Dorothea, sitting next to Stew. Let's get you home, Stuwealth, you have a nice place in the Lion.

I do not know who this Stuwealth is, I am only Stew, Stew tried to explain, and everything hurts, and what's the Lion?

Dorothea simply laughed, rubbing the bretons back. "Come, I'll show you."

The Orc Mage, Zhagush gro-Korlag, offered to help bring Stew to this lion. Limping along the short distance, the two talked with Stew in the gentle manner. Stew liked Dorothea and Zhagush, they were friendly and nice. And much more willing to help that the other mages in the mage's guild. Zhagush offered to meet Stew in the morning and work out anything Stew needed to know. Stew entered the humble abode and met with a familiar face, a cat who recognized him instantly.

And so with this, Stew spent many days learning what he did and didn't know. fascinated by the people of Daggerfall, Stew found himself drawn to talking and listening to anyone he met during his days picking flowers and fighting mud crabs in the city. Listening top Vahruhl talk about the book he was writing and the noble lady Ondre speak of the wonders of Glenumbra peaked his interest, and soon Stew found himself wandering the fields and moors. Surprising himself many times with just how much he knew. Days and nights spent happily picking flowers between collecting materials from wolves and harpies, and making firm alliances with the Wyrd sister's and leaving their beautiful natural lands well alone. With the advice of the cultist Chamrond, xe found xemself in the mines of the city, helping weed out Bloodthorn's and bring life back to the decaying and starved areas their vines grew thick. Matthew, someone Stew alway's spared coin for, was a firm friend after Stew helped with the mysterious werewolf incidents affecting the city's homeless. Stew was proud as he was welcomed into an honorary position saving his city. He loved his city! Where else could he have lived and been helped so warmly?

Even on day's he was most confused, like the world was foggy and he just didn't seem to remember something important, visiting the cathedral always seemed to help. He didn't really understand it, Pitof's lectures where confusing and he didn't know who these eight where, but despite, there was friendliness around. Dorothea was often tending the graveyard gardens, and Grunirra was often focused on cleaning, but seemed to have the same kindness and advice of Dorothea, and Stew could always appreciate that. Stew thought the Priest who welcomed anyone in was the nicest of all. Dantoine had been there that first morning when Zhagush had been waiting by the bar at the Rosy Lion, which he now knew was the pub in town and his home up in the inn. They had helped him find his way around town, sort out his gold, and luckily helped him remember his skills.

When it was time for him to go on his own he was thankful that he still knew his crafts. Mending clothes, healing wounds, and collecting materials was all he wanted to do most days. And with piles of everything, the bank was his next stop.

Angier Stower, the nice lady in the Bank of Daggerfall, informed him that she could easily make all his accounts and deeds in his new name. Stew had tried to explain that his name had always been Stew a-Flame, and yes he was spelling it right. Thats what he thought it was anyways. Angier just laughed and helped him rewrite his banking information and sign his name. Stew didn't know what he had until she showed him the deeds to two abandoned pieces of land, one in Auridon on a lovely coast line, and one high in the north in Rivenspire. She had mentioned they where left to him by his parents, but he had informed her he didn't have parents, and she seemed satisfied to drop the topic.

Stew marked the places on his maps, but xe didn't pay any mind at first. All Xe wanted to do was craft.

His reputation however, had other plans. As soon as it was known that he had solved so many various issues plaguing Daggerfall, even going so far as to save King Casimir from an attempt on his life, Stew found himself approached by some for help with their problems. At first, Stew was seen trekking Glenumbra, solving problems and helping folks out of jams. Then the requests grew bigger. Stew found himself trekking farther and farther from his cozy inn room in his small city.