Fantasy [Espen/Noelle] Oct 13, 2014 19:22:42 GMT -5
Post by The Sidhe on Oct 13, 2014 19:22:42 GMT -5
The day was bright despite how unfriendly the weather appeared. The glare of the sun hidden behind the clouds rendered them a startling pale shade of grey to hang in a blanket overhead. In the distance lingered darker forms, the color of the angry open water of an ocean drawing nearer with the threat of rain. Wind blew at a steady pace, not necessarily violent but certainly enough to be annoying, bending the wispier trees and cruelly tossing the browned grass of Store Mosse.
The national park was a pain to get to. For one there were several entrances and for another none sported easy parking. But one in particular was closest to the attacks, so that would be the one the team would be headed to. It was a bit of a walk, requiring a trek along the road past ankle-high grass and a few of skeletal trees and mires not too far off. Along the roadside past a small farmhouse and would at least be a dreary looking wooden sign. Of course it was in Swedish, but the name Store Mosse was clear and of the four arrows, only one pointed obviously ahead in the direction they needed to go. The cold was mild until it got caught up in the wind. Combined, there was bite to it, though not severe. Not yet, anyway.
The appearance of the path was abrupt. There was an opening by the side of the road, the sick looking grass and short tufts of marsh moss. Damp earth made up a small place of entry, a broad but simple sign to the right position at an angle. Again, it was in Swedish, but it also still bore the name Store Mosse. Behind a sheet of tough glass was a map showing the area of the marsh, a little blue dot marking where the team would be. If they kept to the path, it would take them in one straight line to the other side. There was a rest area surprisingly far in.
The path was marked in plain white, twisting a little and curving around at times to avoid things they would have to see to know. A turn off to the right was marked in green to the right shortly after the entrance. There was another rest area marked and two paths that split from it: one splitting up and joining the white path at the further rest area colored in pink and the other keeping on in green. Several smaller paths were marked as well, winding all over the marsh with various places marked. A visitor’s center here, a rentable cabin there.
It didn’t seem very inviting, though. Their way in was a path consisting of a series of two wooden planks laid side by side and elevated above the march by wooden joints. It hovered only a foot above the shallow water and mushy moss hiding the peat beneath. They joined unevenly, but at least they didn’t look slippery. Hopefully the weather would hold and they would stay that way for on either side were vast expanses of nothing but bog. Pale brown grass that rustled in the wind broken up by yellow-green moss clinging to a sad excuse for earth. Shallows popped up and ran unseen underground to reappear elsewhere, wound through microscopic canals to keep the water moving. Thin, brittle trees lines grew in clusters both near and far from the path.
The team had their entrance and handful of paths.
Now all they had to do was choose the right one.