so it would seem that there is a character limit on these posts which sucks some immense balls so i guess every now and then i will need to post the updates as a whole new post which might break the flow of the story anyway if there are any suggestions on how to fix this problem (which i doubt there are any solutions for barring being an admin) i will be posting a new reply with the update once it is reached
there is another site that so far hasn't suffered from this problem that i am posting on but i won't go advertising that just in case
so anyway here it is
update 3: December 30th 2012 (world didn't end but my computer almost did)
He awoke to the familiar yellow walls that were his home. The fire gave them this illusion and gave him warmth in these cold days.
He stretched his lazy muscles and prepared his breakfast.
"Hmm I'll need some more bread soon..."
He cut his loaf into a few pieces and let the warmth of the forge do the rest.
He heard the squeak of the door announce his visitor; he turned to find a familiar face.
"So how goes the forge brother?" the man rumbled.
This familiar deep booming voice was somewhat calming to the man working his metal, it meant he still had a brother... that he was still alive.
"Same as always, expensive and unfulfilling."
"bahahahaha come now do you truly hate something you were born to do"
"hmph just because I am good at it does not mean I need to like it..."
Despite years of smithing the young man lacked the beefiness of other Blacksmiths however he was famed as the best in the land.
"So let me guess why you are gracing me with your presence oh brother of mine"
"Well it is obviously because I wish to see my brother"
"Your sword is out the back it's hard to miss even for you"
The mass of muscle and armour made it's way to the small area behind the forge.
There he picked up a large silvery sword engraved with a flowing design somewhat similar to water on one side and a vine of thorns on the other, on each side were segment pieces of the blade, gold on the side with the flowing engravement and black on the other side.
"Tis a fine blade brother," he swung the sword a few times, eventually placing it on his back ready to be used in battle "however the metal is unfamiliar to me"
"It shouldn't be, I created that blade by smelting a new ore that was found in a few mines not far from hear"
"Oh have they named this new metal"
"Aye, it was dubbed titanium there was very little of it only enough for one blade at the price being asked however I infused it with Diamonds"
"Diamonds! Well well well being a bit frugal are we brother"
"Bah what is money when I could make the finest blade in all the land!"
"Hoho what is this? I've never heard these words spoken with your voice before tis a strange day indeed"
The knock on the door broke their laughter.
"Commander Grim we must be leaving soon," announced the voice
The brothers lost all sense of friendliness at these words.
"I'll keep the wine cool for next time Grim"
"I'll be back before too long Death"
With his brother gone Death had nothing left to do but continue his life's calling he cursed being an Enchanted blacksmith some days. It had caused him to miss out on a life of glory as a soldier, and had caused his final moments with his brother to be a short one.
He awoke in the world he has been in for so long. How long had it been? His gaze fell upon the little strikes he had used to count what he thought were days, time was so hard to tell without a light in the sky.
He rose from his position in the centre and reached for his oldest friend. He practiced forms and fought invisible enemies till he tired. He then lodged his scythe back into place and leaned on it as he prepared to sleep once more he had practiced for so long, how long had it been? He stared at the strikes he used to tell how long he had worked for, time was so hard to tell when you were stuck in a lightless dimension.