Failure

Jen wasn't new to this feeling, the feeling that she had failed. She stared at the flames of her campfire intently, as if expecting them to speak some wisdom to her. When no wisdom comes, she just takes a heavy sigh. She had to be punished for failure. They could all sing praise for days, tell her she did well, Jen failed and she knew it. As a fighter, as a scarlet, as a Kin, everything she was upholding was let down in her clashing with the orc. She grabs a metal rod she had taken with her and sticks it into the fire, letting it heat up. She had to be punished for failure. Her teeth already grit in anticipation, she knows what she's about to do will hurt, but she can't stop now. Her eyes close tight when she pulls the rod back out of the flame, half of it having a red-tinged heat to it. 

With her chest piece and tabard already removed, she takes a deep breath, setting the iron over her flesh. In a moment, she pressed down the heated metal, her skin seared and burned. Her teeth grit harder, her eyes close with more force, every part of her is physically screaming to stop. After just a few seconds, a few agonizing burning seconds, she removes the iron, tossing it aside and balling her hands into fists. "Never again, come on Jen... Get it together." It was agonizing, she was having trouble telling which hurt worse, the burn, or the feeling of defeat. She just sits and watches the flames for a few minutes, her exposed back to the world. She was a tortured woman, in all aspects, body, mind and soul. There was no salvation for the damned, just an eternal crusade with agony.