There was a sudden chill in the air and the normal sounds of the room became muted. Out of the corner of his eye, Tannim might notice shadows moving where they shouldn't be.
Tannim looked at the shadows, then at the lights, then back at the shadows. Yeah. Something wasn't right here. He shifted into Othersight and looked again.
Shadows, still - but with a serious wrongness to them. Grey, shifting and shapeless, but with strands of energy woven throughout. Odd colors - nothing consistent, nothing that belonged.
Tannim brought up his strongest magical shields and backed away.
The shadows sensed something different about this one. He seemed blocked. Gathering quickly and rising into a column, the shadows rushed at Tannim. They struck the shield and gave an audible cry. Quickly they retreated. A sibilant whispering started, muting the sounds of the library even more.
Tannim shivered as the shadows struck his shields, but he held them in place. He focused on drawing power into his hand and threw a levin bolt at the shadows.
The bolt struck the form and, at first, it looked like the shadow was just going to try and absorb the free energy. Apparently though, it was the wrong kind because the electricity dance over the dark form and another cry went out, quickly rising beyond hearing. The shadow form swelled with the power crackling over it and finally just seemed to rip apart. The cry ended as the shadow form broke up and fled the library. The normal library sounds returned and the chill dissipated. The shadows under the tables and chairs were still and looked to be completely normal.
Tannim turned around to look at Bridge. "Something attacked me," he said. His eyes flickered around the library, looking for any sign that the shadows remained.
"Yeah," Bridge says. "I was tracking something up to the fifth floor a few hours ago, and all of a sudden there was *another* presence and then these shadow things were coming at me," he explains.
"Chris Halliwell," Bridge says. "And Cameron Mitchell. We went in to Special Collections earlier to see if we could find any information on how to stop it, but... nothing so far."
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Shadows, still - but with a serious wrongness to them. Grey, shifting and shapeless, but with strands of energy woven throughout. Odd colors - nothing consistent, nothing that belonged.
Tannim brought up his strongest magical shields and backed away.
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"What's going on?" he asks.
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