In Norse myth, the Mead of Poetry was a sacred elixir brewed from wisdom itself. Crafted from the blood of a slain man and mixed with honey. Whoever drank it was granted the gift of poetry, song, and insight.
But like all powerful things, it came at a cost. The mead’s story is one of betrayal, murder, and deceit. Hoarded by gods, stolen by giants, hidden, hunted, and eventually spilled into the world. Just a few drops... enough to inspire.
