The group's worse fears became a reality when a small squad of fifteen Bullywugs emerged from a stand of trees less than fifty yards from where the heroes were retreating. Each of these frog-like creatures was covered in slime, smelled like death, and was armed with spears.
One of them stepped forward, gave a long menancingly croak, and the rest of his compatriots began to charge at the hapless adventurers.
"Thothalas, I hope you've got that spell ready!" cried the Drow tossing a walking stick to each of his companions who came through the portal with him.
