The Lamia's Ladle

Описание: 2 Versions of the song the first part is The Male Greater singing the Introduction and second is Our Chef the Lamia her self singing second version white The Lamia Chef singing is 2:33

The Lamia’s Ladle: A Tale of Buffs and Banquets

In the heart of a forest where shadows danced like living things, there was a restaurant whispered about in every tavern and guild hall. Its sign, a golden ladle dripping with enchanted steam, swayed in the wind: The Lamia’s Ladle. Some said it was run by a monster, others that it was a place where adventurers could vanish forever. But the truth was far tastier than the rumors.

Golden-haired, with serpentine coils that shimmered in the candlelight, the lamia herself greeted every guest with a sly, warm smile. Her eyes—blue with vertical pupils like liquid sapphires—followed each newcomer hungrily, but not in the way one might fear. Here, nothing went to waste, and everything became a feast.

“Come closer, my little adventurers!” she purred one night as a group of weary heroes stumbled in, their cloaks torn from dungeon crawls. “You've brought claws, scales, and meat still dripping with monster blood? Don't worry—in my kitchen, even the fiercest prey becomes a delicacy.”

Her cauldron bubbled with magic. Herbs glowed faintly, spices danced in the air, and a faint, enticing aroma of roasted chimera ribs filled the room. The adventurers sat, hearts pounding, as the lamia began to prepare their meal.

“Step right in, weary souls, take a chair,” she sang softly, her tail curling around a chair leg. “The Lamia’s fire will banish despair. Scales in the shadows, my cauldron does gleam, I’ll cook you a feast from your wildest dream!”

The first dish appeared: a stew so rich that even the gruffest mercenary couldn’t help but grin. Each bite made muscles tauter, reflexes quicker, and courage steadier. Wordlessly, she chopped ingredients with precision—basilisk, phoenix feathers, hydra steak—and murmured spells over each dish, ensuring the buffs would linger long after the meal.

Raise your mugs to the Lamia’s Ladle!
Buffs on the menu, the food is no fable!

Adventurers soon discovered that they could even bring their own prey for her to cook. A rogue with a freshly captured imp handed it over shyly. The lamia, with a mischievous smile, sprinkled rare herbs and roasted it to perfection. Even the imp had to admit, this was a meal worth fighting for.

Her flamboyance in the kitchen was a spectacle. Steam spiraled around her coils like magical smoke, flames leapt from the stove at her command, and a single chili could burn for an entire day if she willed it. Yet, every dish she served carried a spark of care, a whisper of joy, a taste of adventure.

“Need arms like a titan? Try hydra steak! Want lightning-fast feet? Phoenix feathers I’ll bake! For wounds that won’t close, an ooze pie soufflé! But beware of my chili…” she paused, hissing with laughter. “…it burns for a day!”

By night’s end, the tavern echoed with laughter, the clinking of mugs, and the tales of heroes whose courage had been spiced up by her magical cuisine. Nobles, farmers, rogues, and wandering bards all left with bellies full, hearts light, and a story to tell.

But the lamia’s kindness was as legendary as her cooking. “Should you lack coin, don’t despair,” she would whisper as she handed a warm loaf to a hungry child. “A loaf and a smile, I’ll still serve with care. For whether a peasant or prince on his throne, the joy of good food is a treasure well known.”

As the moon rose over the forest, the lights of The Lamia’s Ladle shone like a beacon. And inside, the lamia hummed softly, her golden hair gleaming, her blue eyes glinting with mischief and warmth alike. Another night of feasts, laughter, and magic had passed, and adventurers slept well, ready to face whatever quests awaited them—with just a little extra strength in their step.

Raise your mugs to the Lamia’s Ladle!
Buffs on the menu, the food is no fable!

And so, in a world full of danger and darkness, there was always one bright, enchanting place where monsters could be made into meals, heroes could gain their strength, and every bite was a little spark of magic.
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Written by: @JaneSteelfire Also Known as Deadlongs
Vocals & Instrumentals: AI Suno (or Producer for Vocals and Instruments)
Disclaimer:Any resemblance to real-world music, themes, or likenesses is purely coincidental and not intended to infringe upon any existing intellectual property or copyrighted material.


Author’s Note:I’m a new artist mostly a novelist experimenting with songwriting for fun and to improve my self .If you enjoyed this piece, please give it a thumbs up or leave a comment! Your support means a lot.
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