Starting anew Mazguul learned to accept being part of a new family, she found where she belonged and she made friendships that would last a lifetime. Rising from lowly New Blood to Nag'Ogar with a horde of friends, Mazguul followed the path of the Spirits, honing her formerly little used abilities for the greater good of the Tribe she loved.
New Beginnings
Mazguul wandered around aimlessly for well over three years, convinced that she should have died along with the rest of her kin, considering herself to have no right to bare her Clan name, the now defunct Thunderlord Clan. She kept to the wilds as much as she could and living the life of The Hunt, with only the ever faithful Bryaugh by her side. Night Elves were her prey. A deep depression set in, so much so that she missed the re-opening of the Dark Portal and when she did hear about it she could not pluck up the drive to see where her Clan had come from.
However, after an accidental brush with a scourge patrol, a dream from her ancestors telling her to get back to living snapped her out of her depression long enough for her to at least try to start again. Home, back to where the Thunderlords had started, back to where her real family might still live, seemed like the right place to start.
Taking what little she owned, and having only Bryaugh for company, she travelled for near on a year to the Blades Edge mountains. She crossed Kalimdor, the Eastern Kingdoms and the former planet of Draenor. She hunted fel orcs, heard wondrous tales, met the Mok'Nathal even and eventually visited her former Clan's Stronghold. She was heartbroken to discover that those of her Clan were truly gone.
Another dream come to her, telling her of The Red Blade Tribe: a tribe that accepted Orcs with nowhere else to go while upholding the Warchief's codes. Mazguul considered herself one with nowhere else to go and so she travelled to Garadar in Nagrand where this Tribe currently resided. She walked with Bryaugh for many more weeks before finding the Tribe she sought. She watched their meeting, spoke with two orcs named Claws and Norviskrall and found herself being accepted to try out Tribe life with the other orcs.
There were numerous teething problems when Mazguul became New Blood to the Red Blades. She found it difficult, after so many years of solitude, to integrate herself into the tribe though after finding a friend, tutor and sister in Morgeth Feralheart, Mazguul finally found a place to belong. Norviskrall, the Thur'ruk of the tribe at the time, was the one to perform the ritual Oath and to Mazguul's delight Morgeth turned up for the event.
Mazguul became Oathbound to the Red Blades and settled back into 'clan life' once again. While her heart was set upon becoming a Shaman to finally grasp hold of her Curse and turn it into a Gift, she still had not found suitable tutor since Norviskrall vanished.
Making and Breaking Ties
Over the months Mazguul met a great many orcs, though none made her smile more than Osan Strongtusk. The young Nag'Ogar easily caught her attention for his youth, simplistic views and sweet nature. They became friends over a number of months, spending many nights drinking and talking as if they had known each other from puphood. Herself always tempting him to give chase and himself always catching her. Later, by the tree that over looked Razor Hill, Osan plucked up the courage to ask her to become his Mate.
Mazguul was happy, for a while. Though soon other priorities called Osan away and Mazguul pined terribly for him. She also became bitter that he never bothered to take the time to engage in the traditional bonding hunt with her – a tradition that meant more to Mazguul than he realised. She left Osan, unmated in her eyes at least, and ran into the arms of the the Mok'Nathal Vargosh Bloodrend.
Rargnasha Bloodmark also became a good friend to Mazguul. She spent many hours in his company, eventually falling deeply in love with the orc though never having the courage to tell him, feeling as though she was betraying Osan (then later Vargosh) and nor wishing to perhaps ruin one of her most precious friendships. Only Morgeth Feralheart's friendship did Mazguul treasure more than Rargnasha's.
Finding herself with pup Mazguul had to admit to Vargosh that she was carrying the child of Osan. Vargosh flew into a wild rage and near killed the she-orc as he strangled, beat and kicked her. Battered, bruised and bleeding Mazguul lacked the strength to do anything other than crawl away from where Vargosh had left her with one less tusk. The Mok'Nathal called for a fight to the death with Osan, much to Mazguul's horror. A passing Osan, ever the faithful friend, literally picked her up out of the gutter, gathered her up in his arms and took her into hiding, along with himself.
Blood Sister
Hiding in Feralas, to avoid the enraged Mok'Nathal, Mazguul was captured by a supposed Grimtotem. She could only guess that Osan had been kidnapped too. After beating and violating Mazguul in unspeakable ways the Grimtotem sent a message to the Red Blade Tribe along with her blood stained tabard.
Retribution was swift. Lead by the newly appointed Varog'Gor, Morgeth. the orcs stormed and burned the encampment where Mazguul and Osan were kept, slaughtering the Grimtotems as they went. Vargosh himself crushed the Grimtotem that savaged and ravaged Mazguul. The Mok'Nathal and the she-orc parted ways for good that night.
Soon after Morgeth Feralheart asked Mazguul to become her Bloodsister, explaining that while she thought Mazguul had the worst taste in males ever that she trusted and cared greatly for Mazguul. Mazguul accepted instantly and became the bloodsister of a she-orc she trusts implicitly, values greatly as a friend and admires completely.
This was a day of great importance to Mazguul for Morgeth is the first family member Mazguul has had since her previous family died. From this day forth Mazguul considered the Tribe as her permanent home, for as long as Morgeth her sister was a part of the Tribe then she had true family to fight and live for.
The Rise to Nag'Ogar
Keeping herself busy with various tutorlings, one of whom being Krogon Devilstep (whom became a dear friend), Mazguul spent much of her time camped out under the tree overlooking Razor Hill. She had been welcomed back by Osan with open arms Mazguul was content for him to be ready to ask for their Hunt.
Rargnasha, as per usual, supported Mazguul's choice to give Osan another chance. Though oft he joked that if she was hurt again there would be blood. Had Mazguul known Rargnasha was serious she may have chosen differently. Rargnasha's warnings became true sooner than Mazguul had realised.
Heavy with pup, with Rargnasha helping her out as Osan was never around, Mazguul still chose to partake in the Red Blade's variation of the ancient ritual of Om'riggor. She brought back the head of a Night-Elf that she had killed with her bare hands. As she stood before Chieftain Kozgugore Feraleye she along with many others were granted the honour of joining the ranks of the Nag'Ogar. She earned the name Mazguul the Sharp-Eyed: the Chieftain said it was for her sharp senses and cunning in the hunt. What actually happened in Mazguul's hunt she would not tell a soul.
Thus Mazguul Sharpeye was truly born.
Blood Brother
Mazguul spent much of her time alone in between the Barrens and Durotar waiting for her pups to be born after Osan had dismissed her. She tended to stay at a hunters camp in northern Durotar that the Varog'Gor Nergul Darkblood took her to as a safe place to rest. He left her there in the care of Oathbound Burgorg Rockeater, an orc which chose to help Mazguul when Rargnasha was busy. Mazguul slipped into a depression once more.
Seeing few members of the tribe save for those whom she held dear and those few that knew where to find her. Morgeth, Burgorg (whom she named 'Bear'), Kozgugore, Osan, Dragga, Marogg Stonefist... to name the majority.
Before she became too fat to hunt properly Mazguul was lead under false pretences on a hunt with the now Rrosh-tul Rargnasha. She gained another family member, him becoming her Blood Brother when they hunted and killed a large cobra together. While tradition dictated that such a hunt should end in a mating the orc offered to be her Blood Brother instead and Mazguul, honoured that the Rrosh'tul would offer such a great friendship, accepted. Though she was heartbroken.