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I am unsure that this is the proper place for these words, but is there truly any fit for uttering the legendary name of Omar. 

Only a few weeks past a mighty warrior, perhaps the mightiest any of our eyes have or will see again, was sent on to join his ancestors around the great Forge.  Fearlessly leading a ragged band of misfits and lesser heroes the mighty Omar was ready for anything, or so he thought.  The man did not, could not foresee the dastardly fate that would soon befall him and the others as they stood upon the beginning of their end.  The roar of a charging bear broke the deafening silence of the forest clearing.  He jerked his head to the left, then right.  The beast remained unseen and yet it approached at an alarming pace!  The great one had failed to look up and it would be his undoing.  The giant green grizzlies were falling on the party like rain, like huge, furry, green, angry rain!  The weight of the animal drove it's razor sharp claws through Omar's armor as if he wore none.  He was crushed instantly, as were his travelling companions.  It is said that even in the throes of death his twitching hands still attempted to activate the ring upon his left pinky failing to remember he switched out his jaunt ring for some other equally important , although less appropriate, magic ring. 

In closing I bow my head in sad rememberance of the finest man-at-arms, mage blade, spell blade, sworn sword, hex hurler, ranger, barbarian, marksman, paladin, master plumber, carpenter, used car salesman, electrician, green bean farmer Gloom Forge will ever know.  I salute you Omar…. wherever you are.  "Levitate, and jaunt on brother."