Immortal Honor

File:ImmortalHonor Logo.png**Immortal Honor** was an event made for the introduction of Nut. The story for this event takes place right after the conclusion of Odyssey: Immortal Revelry]]'s story.

## Welcome to the Immortal Honor

As the curtain closes on a story, a new one unfolds! Follow Nut as she guides you through the final chapter of the old world, lifting the curtain as the world descends into a newer world. Follow Nut and achieve Immortal Honor in Smite!

## Odyssey Bundles

All Skins in this Event are Cross-Gen, as they will be available in Smite and its follow-up game, Smite 2. Players can directly purchase these skins or buy the "All-Buy" Bundles, granting you access to every skin immediately as they are released!

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## Lore

### Chapter 1: End And Beginnings

At the place where order and chaos met, the goddess Nut stood and watched as the barriers of fate trembled. Strands of destiny snapped taut, as ancient certainties frayed and split. The two forces met and merged, before separating once more. But not to the same extent. There was mingling; leakage. Chaos in order, order in chaos.

Perhaps that was the way it should always have been. Perhaps it would be better, this way. Perhaps, perhaps…there were so many possibilities now. So many potentialities that not even she could conceive of them all. The stars shone down on a new world. One where anything was at last possible.

“With Surtr’s freedom, the last tatters of the old cycle are no more,” Nut said, with mingled sadness and relief. The duty she had performed for so long was done at last. She turned to her companion. “For the first time since your birth, daughter, there is no certainty in all creation.”
Tiamat uncoiled slowly, rising above the Mistress of All. “It is past time, if you ask me,” she said. “The gods have grown lazy in their resignation. Now, perhaps, things will become more interesting. At least for me.”

Nut frowned. “Without certainty, there is danger.” So Ra had told her, when he decreed that she was to be separated from her beloved Geb, oh so many turns of the wheel ago. Ra believed that their union was a dangerous thing. That it threatened the cycle they had crafted in those distant, early days.

Geb. Ah, Geb. He was the earth, and she the sky, and never the twain would meet. There was good reason for it, but she missed him so.

“Without danger, life is not worth living,” Tiamat growled, bringing her out of her reverie. “You know this, mother.” The term was an honorific only, for Tiamat had risen fully manifested from the roiling seas of chaos. But Nut had been midwife to that manifestation, at least. The mother of some gods, grandmother of others. The first and the last, insofar as such things were judged.

Nut shook her head and looked back at the crash of forces that formed the beating heart of all that was. The walls and floors of this place were eternally flowing waterfalls, containing all the stars in the sky, and all the colors of the rainbow.

She had made this place her home for so long, lending her strength to the eternal barriers that separated order from chaos. But those barriers were not so eternal, these days. The gods – her children – had tested them, and found them wanting.

They had defied the ancient cycle she and Geb had enacted for their protection. They had faced and defeated the guardians of that cycle, as well as the dangers the cycle was meant to protect them from. But did they understand what that meant?

At the thought, Nut stooped and crouched, stirring the starry waters at her feet, and drawing forth an image of the World Tree and its great continent of roots. Far below them, imprisoned in the churning night-ocean that stretched across the underside of existence, Cthulhu still slept in his eternal prison.

“I should have killed it,” Tiamat rumbled, watching as Nut dismissed the image. “No good can come of letting such a thing continue to exist. It is not even of this world.”
Once, that was so. But now it is as much of this world as you are, dear child.” Nut looked up at the dragon. “Let Cthulhu sleep, dead but dreaming. There may come a time when he is all that stands between our children and something worse.”

“Worse?” Tiamat asked, rearing back as if startled.

Nut nodded sadly. “There is always something worse, in the forests of infinite night. For every fire, there are things circling in the dark beyond its farthest gleaming. Cthulhu is but the least of them. The cycle is the fire that keeps them at bay. Or rather, it was.” She turned, stroking the air with her hands. “That is why I must put the question to the others now. I must know.”

More images bloomed in the roiling universal current. “Come,” Nut called. “Come to me, oh you sons and daughters of heaven and earth. There are matters before us, and I would hear the words of all before I make my ruling.”

As she spoke, the shimmering waters parted and figures emerged; some did so reluctantly, others eagerly. The lords and ladies of the greatest pantheons, those charged with the maintaining of the cycle – and those who had broken it. Foremost among them were Olorun, Yu Huang, Amaterasu, Ra, Odin, Hera and Kukulkan. But there were others as well: Merlin; Hades and Persephone; Jormungandr; Nox; and dozens more besides. Gods from all corners of the world, who had come at the call of She Who Protects.

Olorun was the first to speak. “Lady Nut, it has been some time since you called us here.” He glanced at Tiamat, and she nodded respectfully. The presence of the dragon seemed to annoy and intimidate some of the others, Nut noted. Then, Tiamat had never been very good at making friends.

Nut smiled in welcome at Olorun, and then at the other gathered divinities. “I am pleased to see you all. It has been too long since we have gathered in this way, without regard to pantheon or purpose.”

Odin spoke up. “Was it simple loneliness that drove you to summon us, or something more important?” He rubbed his eyepatch, and his good eye gleamed speculatively.

Yu Huang glanced at the other god. “Show some respect, Allfather. Or are you as churlish as Zeus?” He glanced around, as if searching for the absent lord of Olympus. “Then, if you were, I suppose you would not have been invited.”

“Zeus is still angry with how the matter of Surtr was resolved,” Hera said.

“He is sulking, you mean?” Ra interjected. Muted laughter rippled through the group. Nut smiled sadly. Zeus’ power was equaled only by his petulance when thwarted. His patience, never the best, had grown thin since Surtr had gained his freedom.

Hera paused and then shrugged. “He was looking forward to a fight,” she said and looked around. “Nor was he alone in that, I expect.”

“There has been enough conflict,” Merlin said. Jormungandr chortled and the mage glared at the great serpent, as the latter coiled about the gathered gods.

“The fighting has not yet begun, fool,” Jormungandr said. He looked at Nut. “That is why we are really here, is it not? So that you can tell us what the observant among us have already perceived?” His eyes flicked to Tiamat as he spoke.

Nut reached up and stroked the giant serpent’s chin. She had always felt some affection for him; so like Tiamat, in so many ways. “Yes.” She looked at the gods, her eyes sweeping past some and lingering on others. Their stories clung to them like shadows, and each was an open book to her. “The cycle is done, for good or ill. It has been broken, remade, and broken again…but no more. The last shreds of it are now gone, and your stories are no longer set in stone.”

Olorun studied her. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“The runes are silent,” Odin said, softly. “The ending is no longer written.” He looked around. “We have escaped the doom that awaited us all!” Despite his words, he did not seem pleased. Nut found that somewhat surprising, given how often he’d tried to avoid his own fate. She nodded.

“Yes. And that means that nothing is certain.” She gestured, calling forth from the water an image of a seated figure – Shiva. “Recently, the world was started anew. But it was made in the husk of the old cycle. That is why you have fought to keep the peace among yourselves, so as to prevent the destruction you have witnessed first-hand.”

Her gaze fell on Hades and Persephone, and the two clutched hands. She wondered if they felt guilty – or defiant? Both, in their own ways and for their own ends, had attempted to break the cycle. “But there is always another fire, another shadow. That is why we made the cycle as we did, Geb and I. To keep you safe within the boundaries we marked for you.”

“To keep us safe,” Olorun repeated. “And yet it did nothing of the sort.”

“Because we broke it,” Persephone said. She looked at Merlin, who turned away. “The cracks were there, and we all exploited them for our own reasons. But if it is gone now…what is left?”

“Opportunity,” Hera said. “If we are free, then we can do as we wish.”

Olorun glanced at her. “That is what got us in this situation in the first place.”

“He is not wrong,” Nox said, softly. “If we simply go back to the old ways, are we truly free – or have we simply traded one dream for another?” She looked around. All eyes were on her. Nut knew it was because Nox only rarely spoke. She was among the oldest of those gathered here, of an age with Olorun, younger only than Tiamat and Nut herself. As such, her words were worth hearing. “Is this opportunity, or disaster-in-the-making?”

“That is the question I have asked you here to answer,” Nut said. She gestured to the cascading waters of infinity around them. “Here is the heart of all. I can change the rhythm of its beating to something more familiar, if you wish.”

“What are you asking?” Olorun said. He crossed his arms, his expression considering.

“She’s asking if you want it back,” Zeus said. He pushed through the crowd of gods, which parted around him like a flock of startled birds. Nut watched him approach in some surprise. Hera spoke up. “I thought we agreed that you weren’t coming.”

"Given the matter at hand, I assumed you’d want my counsel,” Zeus said, glancing at her. He looked around. “She’s offering to put it all back, and make us safe again. To wrap us in our stories and leave us to our dreams.” He pointed an accusing finger at Nut. “That is it, isn’t it, oh Mistress of All?”

Nut didn’t deny it. “Yes. I can reweave the old barriers, as I have done before. Reinforce the old stories. It will be difficult, but it can be as it was…or not.” She smiled sadly and looked around. “Some of you have seen the Bake Kujira, I expect.” Nods greeted these words. The great skeletal whale had been seen in the skies across the world. “A sign of ill-omen, of disasters to come,” she continued. “But also a portent of change.” “What sort of change?”

Yu Huang asked. He sounded doubtful.

“What does it matter?” Zeus said. He looked around. “Anything is better than replaying the same story over and over. Even Surtr understood that.” Some nodded at his words, but others did not seem as if they agreed.

“Constancy is the soul of any kingdom,” Yu Huang said. “Why change what has served us so well, all these millennia?” He looked at Nut. “Why risk the danger to the world, to our worshippers…our pantheons…if we have another option?”

Odin grunted. “Yu Huang is right. Without the cycle, what is to stop one pantheon from wiping out another?” A murmur ran through the crowd. Nut knew they were all wondering the same thing.

Zeus snorted. “Common sense. The weaker pantheons would simply join forces to counter the strong. As it has ever been.” He looked at Tiamat. “A better question is what is to stop her from trying to destroy us, as she did last time? Or a monster like Surtr from deciding to invade the mortal world?”

“As you said, common sense,” Tiamat growled. “I do not want to destroy you, and I will not attempt it, so long as you give me the same consideration.” She rose up, wings crackling. “The real issue is not one of pantheons, but of individuals…there are troublemakers among you. Ishtar, Set, Loki, Discordia…without the cycle to contain them, they will become unpredictable. Their actions might have consequences that will endanger us all – and the world besides.”

“You mean like when they freed you?” Zeus said, grinning in challenge. Tiamat lowered her head to meet him eye-to-eye.

“Exactly like that.”

Arguments broke out amongst the other gods at her words. Nut watched in consternation as things grew heated. This wasn’t what she’d intended. Then, why had she expected anything different? The gods did not change. Could not. They had such power, but were frightened of so many things. As Ra had been frightened.

“Oh Geb,” she murmured. He alone she had not invited. Could not have, even had she wished to. Her eyes found Ra, and he looked away from her. Even now, he was ashamed of his ancient decree, though both she and Geb had forgiven him long ago.

She wondered if this had been a mistake. If she should not have asked, should simply have done as she always had in the past, and reinforced the barriers. If she should simply have chosen for them, without giving them the chance to choose for themselves.

Olorun caught her eye and they stepped back, away from the others. “You do not look pleased,” he said. Nut smiled sadly.

“I fear I am not used to such spirited debate.”

“Nor was I, the first time. I grew to enjoy it, however.” Olorun looked up at the starry waters. “You’ve never asked us before. Why now?”

Nut paused. “I thought it…was time.”

Olorun nodded. “It is a messy thing, freedom. All the old assumptions must be discarded. It is frightening and frustrating and…joyous. Invigorating.” He looked at her. “Without the cycle, what happens?”

“I do not know. Perhaps nothing will change and things will simply continue as they are. Or maybe everything will change. Regardless, you will be able to truly write your own stories for the first time.”

“Maybe we will destroy everything,” Olorun said.

“Maybe. Or maybe together, you might serve as protectors to this world which is our home.” Nut smiled again. “Anything is possible, until you decide otherwise.”

Olorun paused, as if considering this. He watched the others for a moment, then said, “The cycle bound you as well, didn’t it?”

Nut hesitated, thinking of Geb. “Yes.”

“And you are no less a god than the rest of us.”

Nut frowned. “What are you trying to say?”

Olorun smiled at her. “What would you decide, Mother of All?”

Nut stared at him. Then, softly, she began to laugh. The sound, quiet as it was, pierced the din of arguing gods as surely as a thunderbolt. All turned to face her, and Nut felt a wave of sympathy for them, these children of fate. For so long, she had held them close and kept them safe. But now, as Tiamat had said, it was time for them to grow up.

Nut lifted her hand. The waters around them began to shine with a blinding radiance. “I am Nut, and I came first to enfold and protect you from all things evil. This I have done.” She gestured, and the waters parted, revealing the firmament and the world below it…Olympus…Babylon…Asgard…all the rest, in their glory. Motes of light, set against a vast sea of dark. Order and chaos, as it had always been.

Yet, not quite.
Nut continued. “But now, I think, has come the time for you to protect yourselves. I will help, where I can, but the time for cycles is done. Your fate is now what you make of it. Your stories are in your hands.” She paused. “Make them good ones.”

The waters rushed outwards, enveloping the bewildered gods, and returning them to wherever they had been when she had called to them. Only Tiamat remained. She looked down at Nut with evident amusement. “I thought you wanted them to choose.”

“They did,” Nut said, simply. “And so did I.”

Tiamat laughed. “What now, mother?”

Nut thought of Geb again, and smiled. “Now we see what comes next…”