The Watery Tart

Our travels through the swamps have led us to a strange structure floating atop the murky waters. A pallid green light coming through the rotting trees. I like this place. We approach with caution. Syr forges the way for us. It is good to see the unwavering Navali spirit alive inside my blood brother. Even Vulkrem storms ahead. One day he may even take Navali, if he earns it. Busiris. Busiris is bringing up the rear. Overly cautious. New to the group. He has yet to prove his worth but I see promise in his eyes. He will have to work hard and kill many to earn my approval.
 
We climb the steps up towards the wooden structure, there is a symbol hanging from it. Syr tells me about our tribe. We are all that is left, this symbol was on the ground, made of Navali blood. The rage...no...not rage....a blood lust! It starts to build up inside me. Something will pay for the destruction of my family. Let us find what hides here and make it bleed!
 
We enter and I am not impressed. An old woman sits at a table with a glowing stone in front of her. Magic? I don't trust it, or her. Vulkrem however walks in and sits opposite this ugly woman. Unfazed by her or his surrounds. This man is either getting braver or more foolish. Turns out it's the later! The fool slams a dagger into his head and then....
 
 
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......my eyes open. What happened? Vulkrem. Vulkrem tried to stab his head. I tried to stop him. Tried and failed and then? Nothing. I died! If Vulkrem dies then so do I?! This damned chain needs to go! I can not serve Daestrus while I am tethered to someone with a death-wish so great that he would stick a dagger into his own head!
 
Syr'Cap, my brother, you saved me, us. You gave up a god stone to do it. Our bond is that great. No magic or oaths required for this bond. It was forged in blood and battle and is stronger than any force walking this world. I owe you so much Syr'Cap. I can forgive your killing of Zando. You have redeemed your honour. I shall fight with you, fight for you! My brother, I will walk whatever path you choose.
 
3 questions. One each, me, Vulkrem and Syr'Cap. Traded for with a skull. A good trade if I get the answer I need. "Is there a way to break this tether without dying?" The answer? Not yet. More power is needed, but soon I won't want the bond broken. Stupid watery tart. How could I ever WANT to be tied to someone else? To not have a choice in where I go? I am slave to no one!! I WILL break this chain that binds me, I swear it to Daestrus!!!
 
As everyone leaves she asks me if there's anything else I want. "your head" should have been my response but in my anger "if you can't break this chain then you are useless to me". I leave. But I still think about her question. It haunts me during the nights as I stand, unsleeping, unbreathing, unblinkng. What else DO I want? What is it she wants? She says she has lived a long time. Maybe too long? I want to serve Daestrus. More than that, I want to be His will made real! Next time I see her I will offer her a trade - I shall grant her death. Peaceful, unrelenting death. In return, power. Enough to break this chain. If not that then as much as she can grant me. Enough for me to be better at serving the will of Daestrus. I hope we meet again, your death for my power, a deal of a lifetime. One you would be unwise to turn down.
 
Poof. Splash. The hut and the tart vanish and we drop into the swampy water. I really dislike that hag...