The Old Meadow-Toad or: The Night I Went Out Drinking With My Local Cryptid (And Had Fun Getting Lost in the Woods) (Wood Sorrel Quiche Remix, 1113)

(Originally from Purveyor of Fine Curses (and Other Artisanal Deviltries), split w/ Dusk Merchant, Autumn 1112) "Spitting out a mouthful of slimy algae and brackish swamp water, you emerge to catch your breath. Your wet clothes cling to you, the wool soaked through. Damn, even by a gentle fire these will take a day to dry... How is it you are now in a swamp? You had made it to town before the night closed in, yet now all around you, a chorus of frogs heralds the gathering of the will-o-wisps... Both moons gleam above, one full and one gibbous, and the oppressive sounds of the forest night threaten to overwhelm your senses as they envelop the entire world around. Only a single burning candle lights your way to safety...or does it? BEWARE THE FROGS WITH BURNING EYES AND BEWARE THE BOG-WIZARD'S SINISTER SPELLS!" (Roll a saving throw vs. spells or begin uncontrollably gulping, croaking, or chittering like your favorite kind of frog or toad)