[center][h2][color=gray]Apostate[/color][/h2][/center]
[center][color=beige]...has arrived.[/color][/center]

[color=yellow]Setting: The Northern Border of the Bones of Fortitude and the Eidolon Plains [/color]

	In the distance, an eclipsing flash swallowed the horizon. The amazing brilliance of the explosion smeared an oppressive white flash over the vision of any onlookers. Only after the lingering flare blinded mortal eyes did an incredible boom follow. The baritone blast shook the ground, crumbled rock, ripped trees, and sent an opaque wave of devastation to slam against a solitary black figure.

	Apostate stood as the wind screamed by him, tearing the world to shreds. His dark form remained still, his secret gaze tightening behind a metal helmet. The swathes of smoke that formed his body refused to curl against the wind and as the worst of the explosion rammed into his metal chest, an equally powerful voice blasted back.

	[b][i]”I will not move!”[/i][/b]

	His words were punctuated by a flood of smoke screeching out of his form and stampeding right into the winds of the blast. The explosion roared, but his smoke roared back louder. Crumbles of the world brought by the wind slammed against his wall of defiance, bursting into dust. Ripping shards of wood and plants brought in by the storm erupted into flames at the sheer friction of the engagement, and stones sparked until they were nothing.

	The smoke screamed against the force of the explosion until the natural force was out of breath, now slapping weakly against stubborn Apostate. A low guttural growl resonated off the walls of Apostate’s chest and swirls of debris painted the sky brown. Even with the storm’s death, Apostate still didn’t move, his smokey limbs coalescing into the same strange metal that covered his chest and head until he was a solid statue of glossy black.

	All at once, a smoke copy of the statue stepped out of the metal, effectively duplicating Apostate’s form. This new smoke form peered at the leftover statue of metal, the consciousness of Apostate remaining with the smoke rather than the other. Gradually a new chestpiece and helmet formed on the smoke ridden body and with another growl, Apostate spoke to his leftover statue.

	“You will not move.”

	Shifting his attention downwards, Apostate gazed upon a green line that had formed. In front of the statue was utter destruction and chaos, while behind it was a lush green land that had been shielded by his smoke. For all the god knew, all that was behind him remained unaffected by the unholy blast.

	Letting his eyes fall to the ground that had found sanctuary behind him, he muttered more words.

	“Your defiance is noted.”

	A small yellow flower bobbed, as if showing respect to its savior, and Apostate groaned in response. 

	“This land is safe, for now.” 

	He raised his head to witness the rest of the grassy meadow, it’s plush grass spotted with both fruit trees and aromatic flowers. With the destruction over, even small animals began to bound through the dense brush of the area. A sense of respect rang inside of Apostate, and he spoke another time.

	“Know yourself as a garden… a garden of hevel. And you—” He turned to face the destroyed lands that his statue faced defiantly. He outstretched his hand in a flourish, the smoke around it coalescing into a massive metal blade of black. He stabbed the blade defiantly into the air.

	[b][i]”Know that defiance has arrived."[/i][/b]

	His voice cut into the air, ripping into the sky.

[center][b][i]”LET ALL KNOW!”[/i][/b][/center]

[hider=Summary] At the most northern extreme where the bones of Fortitude meet the plains of Eidolon stands Apostate. The destruction wrought by the explosion of Yudaiel’s attack are encroaching on his location with a violent fury. Refusing to move out of the way of the devastation, Apostate declares that he will not move and summons a blast of smoke from deep within himself to counter the shockwaves. The two forces crash and everything in front of Apostate is obliterated, but everything to the south remains untouched, to an almost comical degree. 

Apostate hardens his body to a complete metal form before stepping out of it and reforming, leaving the metal husk as a monument to his stubborn ways. He blesses the statue and the gardens behind it and declares to the world that he has arrived.[/hider]
[hider=Vigor]

Starting at 10 vigor.

Monument: The Statue of Apostate and the Garden of Hevel  [1 vigor boosted with Defiance) — Dotting the northern border of the Garden of Hevel is the Statue of Apostate. The statue is the reason this garden is even enchanted, as this immobile monument holds the defiant power of Apostate that he unleashed during his resistance to the explosive blast created by Yudaiel. 

Because of this, not only does the statue refuse to move or be bothered by even the most powerful mundane variables, but a good stretch of land behind it also refuses to be moved. Storms, flooding, fire, explosions, or even digging and construction doesn’t seem to move the ground and it’s plants — the garden resistant to any and all mortal/mundane changes to be made to it. This is the stubborn Garden of Hevel.  

Ending vigor: 9[/hider]