ETTING   OME   O   LFANDRA

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Catanora's Troubles part 1

*Catanora hums and flits about her weapons display quietly, pausing every so often to wipe away an invisible speck of dust and sharpen blades. Suddenly, she stops as the room begins to shake.*
'Whoah! What's that ... aaaaak!'
*A small white light flashes out of nowhere. It grows into a purple-blue portal, and begins to suck Catanora towards it ...*
'Ow, ow, ow! Next time there's a dimensional shift, could it not be when I'm ... OWW!'
*Realising she's suddenly a lot closer to the portal, she quickly translocates her travelling bag (a red leather satchel with many small claws, with a fastening of sapient pearwood ... but a lot friendlier than Rincewinds!) and a few weapons into her hands ... very carefully. Just in time, as it happens, for at that moment she disappears into the portal. She is *thumped* onto a squelchy quicksandy mud in total darkness.*
'Where am I? This isn't Alfandria ...'
*She pulls an odd instrument out of her bag. It is not dissimilar to a compass or a clock, yet it has 73 hands and many small pictures around the edge. She examines it closely for 1/94 of a moment*
'This isn't even the same universe!
*Not wishing to attract attention to herself with light, she adjusts her eyes to the darkness. Then, finding it's too dark even for owl or cat's eyes, she emits a few batlike squeaks and listens to them carefully. Reaching very slowly into her bag, she pulls out a stun gun and a very strong torch*
*There is someone or someTHING behind her, she flips out of the sticky mud and points the torch straight at the things face to blind it with light*
'HAH! Gotcha!'
*Suddenly realising the thing is looking at her oddly, she considers the last few moments and realises her mistake. She turns the torch on*
'HAH! Gotcha! There, that time I did.'
*Using the things momentary confusion she stuns it. It hits the ground with a splashy, shlooshy, sticky *thud*. Not stopping to examine the creature, lest it attack her, she runs toward an area that her senses have told her is a small tourist town*
'Now, if my RPG and story instincts are correct, that being I just thumped will turn out to be a friendly one ... oh well, too late now.'
*She examines the odd instrument again. Now, the 56th longest hand, which is a bright electric green, is pointing at a small comet and a bunch of large-eyed people. She curses under her breath, and continues toward the inhabited place.*