Updates to The Visions of Ogmot the Steadfast - Spoilers!
has received many updates since we
last covered it on the 7.3.5 PTR
To recapitulate, the Journal is the Dream Journal from
, a rare NPC located at the Wound in the World. Defeating him drops the readable item, which is composed of ten pages telling about the recent dreams of the ogre.
In the tabs below you can check all the pages from the Journal, both old and new texts. Learn more about the upcoming patch on our
Patch 7.3.5 Content Hub
Updates to the Texts
Before the journal seemed to be written by a non-ogre since the journal displayed no signs of common ogre-isms in the writing style. However, the journal has been updated on the PTR to reflect the author's Ogre dialect.
In addition, the written passages now seem clearer, so the reader can easily determine who is the narrator for each section and what is currently happening on each page.
New Page Texts
Ogmot was just puny boy fightin at da war camp when da Masters first blessed me wit da visions.
I come to Silithus, to da great wound, seekin wonders.
Make Ogmot your vessel, Masters!
I was a mere boy fighting at the war camp when the masters first blessed me with their visions.
I have come to Silithus, to the site of the great wound, seeking wonders beyond imagining.
Make me your vessel, Masters!
Last night, Ogmot dreams of great battle. Two fleets bashin on ocean of blood.
Shadows twistin beneath da ships, risin. Risin. Ogmot so happy watchin da carnage!
Then Ogmot gets waked up by skitterin sounds. Stupid bugs!
Dont matter. Ogmot knows dese dreams soon come true.
Last night I dreamt of two great armadas clashing upon an ocean of blood.
Shadows writhing beneath them, rising. Rising. I smiled in my sleep.
Why did the skittering insects have to stir me? Damn those bugs!
No matter. We will finish what they began.
Life comes back to dis wasted land.
First da bugs come. Now da gobbies skulkin round... Dey cravin da world blood... Ogmot am sure of it!
BAH! Let dem have dese drippins! Soon Ogmot gonna drink rivers of blood! Da Masters promise!
Life returns to this dead place.
First the bugs came. Now Goblins skulk about. It is the blood they crave... I am sure of it.
Bah, Let them have these drippings! Soon there will be enough seas to sate every thirst.
Today smoke rises up from da campfire. Smoke tells Ogmot good story.
Ogmot sees lady wrapped in dark swirlies. She leads herd of blind sheep.
Da sheepies follow her everplace she go. Do everthin she say. Never doubt lady.
She guide dem over tall cliff! SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT! Stupid sheepies!
Da crows get far eatin da sheepflesh. Da lady laugh as crows eat!
Ogmot laugh too!
Today the smoke rose from my campfire and took form.
A shepherd, cloaked in the shadows of her past, beloved by a flock of blind sheep.
She guided them over a cliff. Even as they crashed upon the rocks, they never doubted her.
The crows grew fat upon sheep flesh. Her laughter echoed all around.
Dat blade has shiny eye. Always watchin us. Why you no see it?
Three lies. Da first one been told.
Bound by dat throne? No. Free. Free!
Da next gonna come soon. Maybe dey see dis one.
The blade's eye watches all. Why do you not see?
The first of his lies has been offered.
Bound by a Throne? No... boundless.
The next will come soon.
Other hammers here now. Dey talk and talk bout Argus. Bout da one dat got wakened. Bout great victory dat our enemy not even notice.
But only Ogmot sees da visions. Other hammers not blessed by da Masters!
Ogmot share his dreams wit da others, but da skinny one just laugh.
Ogmot no like her.
A band of cultists arrived. Do they comprehend my blessing? My greatness?
They speak of Argus. Of the one who was awakened. Of the victory that went unnoticed.
I shared my vision, but the skinny one just laughed. I do not like her.
Many days pass wit no visions.
Did Ogmot make da Masters angry?
Me gonna make sacrifice! Please da Masters.
Many days have passed without a vision.
Have I displeased you, Masters?
I will leave you a sacrifice.
Da star watchin Ogmot. Too shiny! Ogmot gonna hide from it!
Da daggger spoke true. It been too long since Ogmot got drowned.
Masters! No forsake Ogmot!
The star peers down. I must hide from its glare.
The dagger spoke true. It has been too long since I was drowned.
Do not forsake me, Masters!
Da bones got picked clean, but Ogmot still get no visions. Da others laugh. Say Ogmot not devoted.
But me is da chosen one! Ogmot no lose faith!
Another sacrifice? Yes! One more of dem aint gonna be missed...
The bones were picked clean, yet still I am granted no insight. The others scoff. They question my devotion.
But I am the chosen vessel. I will not lose faith!
Another sacrifice. Yes. One more of them will not be missed.
Roused by her screams. Stirred by da whispers.
A blessin comes from da Masters. Now Ogmot understand!
A door. A path. Ours... Ours...
Fool! Da circle awakened us all!
Roused by her screams. Stirred by her whispers.
A blessing from the Masters. At last I understand!
A door. A path. Ours. Ours.
Fool! The circle has awakened us all.
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