As the rains continued the slope off the ridge Alexaner's cave was locate began to slip and muddy chunks fell here and there into the gap of the swampy ravine. Not much could be heard save the crack of thunder and nothing more than rain drops were heard save the flashes of lightening.<br/><br/>It was a peaceful and dreary day, and in truth nothing was coming or going, all business of the trails halted with the storm.<br/><br/>The sudden launch of the rock into the tree and the debris which fell with a hard thud into the broken brambles below began a most remarkable yet likely chain reaction. The brambles of fallen trees and washed up rocks shifted and dislodged. The creeking began, followed by tumbling and rustling of branches and logs, rocks and mud. A land slide. A large portion of the ridge gave way, with loud crashing of any loose objects on the top soil. With large shallow splashes and one large tree who's root where already naked on the edge, falling over with an echoing crash, spanning the gap, it was only seconds but the racket disturbed many animals and birds, yet finally only the rain was heard again.<br/><br/>There, just at the tip of where the land had fallen away, an arm and should and a bit of mud clung hair and, just peeking from the earth, a glint of metal.