Introduced with Update 21, the Mordor Expansion, The Lost Lore of Gorgoroth are new audio log journals that can be found to provide context to and depictions of historical events. Every time you collect pages of a tome, a short audio journal will play. When all the pages of a region are collected, you will receive a completed text and a housing item that plays the entire audio.
The Audio Journal category contains quests that are automatically bestowed within a specific area for clicking a ground item. While levelling your first character through Mordor, before they hit level 115, these quests are the most efficient way of obtaining Allegiance Points.
Be aware that, currently, there's no way to turn off the lore-tomes once started; the sound persists even if you leave your personal home. They also overlap each other when activated simultaneously.
The following provides an overview of the relevant quest, housing item and a transcript of the voiced audio logs, sorted by region.
- Quest: Lost Lore of Gorgoroth: Udûn
- Housing item:
- The March of the Last Alliance on Udûn
- "We believe it was in the Second Age, after Sauron came to Mordor, that he set to work building an army to make war against the kingdoms of Men and Elves.
- In the valley of Udûn, Sauron ordered great pits delved and forges and furnaces made. Here would be the parade-ground of his Orkish hordes and the great forge-works for their weapons and armour. Great wheels turned, bellows worked, and fires smoldered and belched. One forge, one hundred, one thousand. Strange ores Sauron found, which had been laid bare when the earth had trembled and broken, and these he smelted into secret alloys with dark enchantments: Morgul-steel. The wicked knife, Gulthauk, and Mormagáth the Shadow-hammer were foremost among the fearsome weapons forged with this new alloy, so he took them for his own.
- Udûn was yielded quickly, heedlessly, after our victory in the War of the Last Alliance, as the dark host fled back to make its ultimately doomed stand at Barad-dûr. We quelled forges and collapsed mines as we went, but in the end Udûn’s best defense was our own haste to pursue the Enemy. Over seven years later, after siege, strife, and victory, did Isildur return as king and conquerer to the vale of Udûn. There he commanded Durthand, the Black Shield, be built as an ever-vigilant watchtower of Gondor. For sixteen centuries, the Thandrim, its keepers, dwelt here. But war, plague, and other attritions weakened the Kingdom of Men, and in time, the Watch on Mordor faltered. By cunning, force, and treachery did Ugrukhôr, the Captain of the Pit seize Durthand and Udûn. The tower he made his own and renamed to Durthang, the Dark Oppression. The Captain strengthened the fortifications of Udûn, restored the old, and built anew.
- Anglach arose and Mornaur towered under his command. Sauron returned, and once again the forges blazed. Great stockpiles of Orc-arms were smithied, but the old alloys and dark enchantments were remembered, too. Deep in Anglach, with great works and dark sorceries, Grond, the fearsome battering ram which broke the gates of Minas Tirith, was forged. New Morgul blades and other evil implements were hewn from the cursed iron mined from the Pit and hidden away in dark places. //Who knows what evil is still locked away in these mountains."
- Quest: Lost Lore of Gorgoroth: Dor Amarth
- Housing item:
- The Nine and their Rings of Power
- “When the great, mighty, and inimitable Lord Sauron first lay claim to the lands of Mordor, he didst reshape the slopes of Orodruin and form Sammath Naur, the Chambers of Fire. Deep in Sammath Naur, amongst the fire and the dark, in the forge of his own devising, the Dark Lord wrought the One Ring. The One to rule all others. Long in sight, deep in cunning, did He don the One Ring and with his newfound power made war against the Elves and therein seized the Nine rings, and the Seven.
- Then to Rhûn and Harad Sauron roamed, gifting six of the Nine Rings to kings and chieftains, yoking peoples and armies under his command. Seven to Dwarf-lords, in their hidden halls. Three rings of the Nine yet remained, and these he bestowed upon Númenórean Men, proud and tall, who had bowed before him well and faithfully since times of old. Then upon the pinnacle of Barad-dûr did Sauron stand, rightful lord of all. He raised the One Ring high, spoke dark words, and a wreath of shadow and storm were all about the Tower's top.
- With the raising of the Ring, the Nine Kings, all upon their thrones, were called henceforth to the Dark Tower and lo! they were become wraiths and servants of my Lord. One by one the Nine Kings abased themselves before their Lord and Master, for they were Nazgûl, Ringwraiths, now, and all marvelled at the One Ring's might.
- Timeless and changed were the nine Nazgûl; their old names forgotten, their old titles and reigns turned to dust. New names they would earn, for their deeds in Sauron's service. The Bane of Rhûn, The Woe of Khand, and The Cursed Rider did the Easterling Chieftains become. Their rings are Sâkhla, The Cruel One, Adâsh, the Foe-maker, and Orôm, the Warmonger. The Grim Southron, The High Sorcerer of Harad, and The Forsaken Reaver were the Southrons named. Their rings are Jûru, the Herald of Mourning, Mêbat, the Mirth-eater, and Khânto, the Pain-giver. And the Númenórean kings became The Black Blade of Lebennin and The Gloom of Nurn, wielding Sapthân, the Foolstone, and Nitîr, Terror's Sting. The Lord of the Nazgûl, who wields the sorcerous power of the ring Ûri, the Heart-stopper, was titled Witch-king of Angmar, and justly so, for Angmar quivered under his wrathful gaze.
- Thus, were the Nazgûl, the Great Lord Sauron's most powerful servants, made. Each in his own keep in Mordor they dwelled, and in Minas Morgul they gathered, a fell and terrible host!”
- Quest: Lost Lore of Gorgoroth: Lhingris
- Housing item:
- Shelob, The Spider Queen
- “Sauron the Great has granted me His blessing: I... am Gúrzyul! By His blade, I now take the name Rûkhor the Pale Herald! Once She dwelt in the Mountains of Terror with the nameless horrors of that lost Age, but when its peaks were drowned, Shelob alone escaped the ruin that consumed the rest of Ungoliant’s children. When first She fled from Beleriand, Shelob came to the Greenwood. It was there She spawned the first of Her vile children, and together they devoured it from within.
- At my begging, he has shared with me his knowledge of Lhingris, for beneath the towers and Orc-paths is the shadowed spider-haunt, the web-rift, and Ungwetári’s kingdom of filth. Ungwetári, the last child of Ungoliant - this is the name He has chosen for Her, but Her Ladyship has been known by many names, and even He has not learned Her true name. To the Alashi of Mordor, She was Tor-Kralicha. To the Orcs, She was once Takhborkhlob, but now She is known to most by another name: Shelob.
- Long before Lord Sauron came to Mordor, and long before the first stone of Barad-dûr was cast, She lived - a creature of evil in the form of spider. Once She dwelt in the Mountains of Terror with the nameless horrors of that lost Age, but when its peaks were drowned, Shelob alone escaped the ruin that consumed the rest of Ungoliant’s children. When first She fled from Beleriand, Shelob came to the Greenwood. It was there She spawned the first of Her vile children, and together they devoured it from within. In time, She became as Ungoliant, and Her hunger grew insatiable. She spawned numberless spiders and crawling terrors both to serve Her... and to feed Her. It was then She came to the Mountains of Shadow, and upon its dark peaks and within its cavernous depths, She felt a grim familiarity. Thus, it is there She has made her home ever since...
- Centuries later, when at last Lord Sauron came to Mordor, He knew at once that something terrible and powerful lurked in the Mountains of Shadow. Lord Sauron soon learned that Shelob dwelt within them, and in His wisdom, He sought Her aid in conquering the Elves and Men of the West. Driven only by Her hunger, Shelob desired neither an alliance nor conquest, and to Lord Sauron’s amusement, She chased Him from Her lair in the mountains. After returning to Barad-dûr, Lord Sauron considered destroying Her, but He soon realised Shelob and Her viciousness might still serve him, wittingly or not...
- Indeed, through His wisdom, She became the guardian of the western pass into Mordor. In return, He sent Her His Prisoners and lesser Orcs to feast on.
- At my begging, he has shared with me his knowledge of Lhingris, for beneath the towers and Orc-paths is the shadowed spider-haunt, the web-rift, and Ungwetári’s kingdom of filth. In the year that Lhaereth unleashed the Great Plague, the Orcs of Cirith Ungol sought to expand the great tower’s tunnels, and they foolishly delved into Her lair. In Shelob’s wrath, Her children flooded the passages beneath the tower, killing all they encountered. However, She relented before Her children reached the cellars of Cirith Ungol - a mercy later repaid in sacrifices by Orcs seeking safe passage.
- As Lord Sauron reminds me, Shelob serves no whims but Her own. At times, a single Orc can sate Her hunger, but when She desires it, She will devour a company of Orcs and betray their foolish trust in that imagined bargain. Indeed, woe be the day when Shelob’s hunger grows too great, for when at last She comes before Lord Sauron, he shall destroy Her utterly.”
- Quest: Lost Lore of Gorgoroth: Talath Úrui
- Housing item:
- Urudanî, Stonemaiden, and the Ghâsh-hai
- “Word is, we move out tomorrow. Lugbúrz wants more citadels built to re-fortify the southern plain, now the hateful Men of Gondor are swept out. Me and my boys are taking orders from that Urudanî Stonemaiden. You can smell the stink of arrogance on all these Black Númenórean types. She's got us off in Talath Úrui, digging an underground fortress out of the Mithram. Ah, but the heat down below. You'd think we were digging into Mount Doom itself! The slaves keep collapsing and asking for water. We have a good laugh at them then whip them back to work. The construction on the upper floors has started, but something happened today. We seem to have dug into a large chamber, separate from the main cavern. There's runes carved all around, on the walls, the floor, the ceiling. Mistress Urudanî finds them interesting enough. If it were up to me, we'd leave them well enough alone.
- Here's what you get for poking your nose where it shouldn't go. That Urudanî woman had some slaves digging into the floor of the runed chamber, and next thing you know, it was flames everywhere! Well those slaves were ash faster than you could cut a throat, and not a few Orcs and Uruks, too. Well to this day I'll never quite know what happened next. There was a roaring voice, and Urudanî's, all defiant as ever. Whatever it was, she fought it and I don't think she won. There was still fire and heat everywhere in that wreckage, mind you, and most of the Orcs and slaves were dead as roast pigs. I reckoned our fool of a headmistress was too. So, imagine my surprise when at last I thought I'd found my way out of all the flames and debris, and there Urudanî was! She was Urudanî - and not Urudanî. Can't find a plainer way to say it! She was wreathed in flame. No, she was made of flame. And when she bade me halt, I sure as well did it! Well to this day I'll never quite know what happened next. There was a roaring voice, and Urudanî's, all defiant as ever. Whatever it was, she fought it and I don't think she won.
- Ghâsh-hai, that's what we've become - me and the boys left living after all the fire and falling stone. We are strong - stronger than we've ever been, with arms and bones of flame. Strength and fire aside, we Ghâsh-hai and Lady Urudanî are still at it, if you can believe it: building the citadel of Nargroth. The work's nearly done. And strangest of all, we still serve the Eye. Or at least, that's what our new master says.
- All commands come down from him to Urudanî. Nar! Orders are orders, that's what I've always said.”
- Quest: Lost Lore of Gorgoroth: Agarnaith
- Housing item:
- Lhaereth, The Lady of Blight
- “Sing, sisters, of Lhaereth the Stained, maker of pestilence and poison, mother of our brood, loyal above all others the Dark Lord.
- In the distant depths of time, before us, before Mordor, memory whispers of her first poisons, concocted in service to Sauron, laying low rivals and foes. Over centuries and ages Lhaereth served and stayed true, and in reward for this Sauron built among the trees of the Broken Vale: Seregost, the Blood-fort. Our Lady Lhaereth toiled in Seregost and wandered the woods of the Broken Vale, sowing plagues and reaping miasmas, pestilences, and deadly venoms.
- Sing praise to the Lady of Blight, oh my sisters, and tell when the Dark Lord bade her brew up dread diseases to lay low whole kingdoms and armed hosts. Slowly, wondrously, the land changed. Trees blistered and wept, streams ran dark and then red, new things limped and anguished there. Broken Vale no more, it was Agarnaith, the Bloody Gore.
- And then, at long last, sisters, our lady found it: the affliction the Dark Lord had asked of her, waster of kingdoms, bane of armies, the Great Plague. To the vast vat Lhaereth called her bats, sleek of pelt and dark as night. Upon their wings, she cast the disease, and sent them forth beyond the mountains to the world.
- These are names, O Sisters, of lands where Lhaereth's great plague laid waste: Rhovanian and Gondor, the remnants of Arnor, the northern kingdoms of Cardolan and Arthedain. In the northern lands, between the Plague and the Witch-king, toppled were kingdoms of men, their vestiges scattered and fled. In the south, the Great Plague raged across Ithilien and Anórien both, and by the time all was done, had claimed the lives of paupers, knights, bread-bakers, and kings. The hateful Men of Gondor were thinned and driven from their walls and towers. All that they left - Moon Fort and River Palace - the Dark Lord took. Their towers taken, their watch weakened, Gondor lowered its blade from Mordor's neck and crouched cravenly behind its shield. All this from Lhaereth's Great Plague.
- Sing with me sisters, of our Lady of Blight. Sing of her works, her loyalty, her hunger, and her strength.
- Sing of the Great Plague that went before any other and made all Sauron's conquests possible.
- Sing of our beloved mother, Lhaereth the Stained, truest and deadliest and first of them all.”