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This is an independent RP and Ask blog for the Helmaroc King from The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker. OC and Multi-fandom friendly. Don't be afraid to talk- show some respect, and Helm will usually respect you right back. Usually. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Current M!A: None
Forsaken King

jem-love13:

Did you say clouds and sunsets?

((*whispers* Keirin might help you))

((And thus, a campaign to kill X was born.))

rwby-sisters:

Listen. 

Sometimes I don’t want to rp.

Sometimes I only want to rp selectively because a certain thread intrigues me at a time.

It’s not me being a bitch.

It’s me being the average human that has interests and moods.

“Helm rarely visited towns. His large size made traversing them rather parlous. But perched atop a roof, he'd heard crying- only to look down into an alleyway and see Charlotte, bruised and crying, with a figure standing over her. Judging from the looks of her assailant, they were getting ready to hit her. The bird didn't waste a moment- he dove down into the alley and lands on top of the attacker. What he did next was truly brutal. When he finally looked up at Charlotte, blood covered his beak.”

thefairyofnature:

Tears streamed from her eyes as Charlotte attempted to hide her face from her assailant. She had no idea what this person could’ve wanted, or why they’d attack her like this. She had nothing to offer, and hadn’t even been in this town before tonight. 

When the blow she was expecting never came, she slowly uncovered her face. Upon looking up, her eyes widened at the sight of the giant bird figure in the dark. A wave of relief, and slight tension, respectively, ran through her as she realized it was Helm. In this light, it was hard to see, but she still managed to spot the blood on his beak. 

"H-H-Helm… Thank you…" She whimpered quietly. 

Helm nods solemnly at Charlotte, yet says nothing for now. He knew he had to get them out of here. The walls of the alley pressed against his sides, and he doubted he’d been the only one to hear the fairy’s cries. If they didn’t leave soon, they’d be spotted. 

Helm takes a step closer to Charlotte, bringing his head closer to her. In the dim light, it was difficult to see the extent of her injuries. He made a mental note to make sure she was okay once they were out of this town. With a tilt of his head, Helm gestures for Charlotte to climb onto his back. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

“There is a sound from within the spiraling staircase of the Forsaken Fortress, towards the top of the tower where the Helmaroc King made his roost. Yes, somebody was climbing those steps, despite their condition from a prior bout between him and one "little hero". Step by step, they climbed. Who could this be, however? [Free pick: whichever of the three you'd like! :3]”

triforcemusou:

the-helmaroc-king1:

The footsteps climbing up the staircase did not escape the notice of one of the island’s larger residents. The Helmaroc King had grown accustomed to the relative silence of the Forsaken Fortress- but this sound was distinctly out of place.

The bird was immediately on alert, his feathers rising along his spine as he prepares to see whoever it was who had been so foolish as to climb this far up- practically walking straight to their death.

He didn’t have to wait long for the stranger to make their appearance. Golden hair was the first sign of the stranger, followed by lithe, feminine facial features. As the rest of the woman comes into view, a loud hiss was torn from the bird. Oh, she would regret coming to this place.

The gilded grace of the Hylian Queen made itself known as she came to the peak of the worn and barren fortress upon the sea. Having been made savvy by sorceress Lana about another version of their world linked by the Gate of Souls…one where the kingdom had been lost to the seas, and the survivors made home on the mountaintops.

Naturally, the holder of Wisdom would be compelled to bear witness firsthand. True, to send the Hero may have been the safer choice, but for this endeavor, “safe” was not her highest priority — understanding was.

Given the avian beast who called this place territory, perhaps this, ironically, wasn’t the wisest decision.

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"Goodness…look at this place…” Zelda murmured, gentle footsteps clacking upon cobblestone. “To think, Ganondorf once made roost here…I suppose even he couldn’t escape the throes of poverty brought on by the end of the world.”

It seemed she’d not spied Helm where he’d come to rest, just yet…

Taking a moment to observe the oblivious woman, something buried deep in the back of the avian’s mind was brought to the light. There was something familiar about this woman. He couldn’t quite place what it was- until his keen eyes spotted her pointed ears poking out of her flowing golden hair.

Pointed ears. Long ago, his Master had commanded the bird to seek out girls on the Great Sea with pointed ears. His mission had been to gather the missing pieces of the triforce. And to do so, he had used the Helmaroc King to search for the wielder of wisdom- the little Sea Rat.

Though the intruder hadn’t noticed the monster at first, no doubt she could not ignore the massive avian landing mere feet away from her, the cobblestone path somehow able to hold the weight of the monstrous Helmaroc King. Golden eyes narrow at her from behind his ornately decorated steel mask. Another long, dangerous hiss was drawn from his beak.

"…It was not poverty that brought my Master to roost here. It was a reason of far greater importance.”

Anonymous said,
“Hey, you didn't hurt me. You passed the test! Here have a gigantic berry! :D *makes a berry about as big as helm's foot appear out of nowhere and disappears.*”

The Helmaroc King narrows his eyes at the berry, observing it. He hadn’t known he’d been under a test… but after looking at it for a moment, he supposes he might as well try it. He grabs the large treat in his beak and starts to tear into it, getting berry juices all over his beak.

ashrynofmirkwood:

Oh my lord of lords! So today on August 20th 2014 I reached 100 followers! Its totally crazy that one hundred people follow this shit blog that I love so much! I’m going to be totally honest I was ready to delete this blog the moment I got it because I know how difficult it is for OC’s to get off the ground, and me having 5+ years of experience my first ever RP was an OC named Minda Black. I roleplayed her in the Harry Potter fandom, by the time the roleplay had died out which around two or so years she had found out she was Sirus Black’s daughter and married to Albus Severus Potter with two children. After that died out I rp’d Alice Longbottom from the Harry Potter fandom as well. I briefly roleplayed as Merida Dunbroch from Brave for around six months, I roleplayed as Death the Kid from Soul Eater, I also roleplayed as Maka from the same show. I’ve roleplayed as various vampires from Vampire Knight and finally four around two years I roleplayed my favourite blog ever in the entire world in my main fandom. I roleplayed ‘Sebastian’ ‘R’ Grantaire from THe Les Miserables fandom you can still see the blog now (@ask-monsuir-grantaire) this blog is one reason why I’m still alive to this day. I ended with around 850-900 followers on that blog and I made so many friends whom I still talk to this day. However I soon made many friends here as well though and I’m not saying i don’t like this blog as much as my Grantaire blog it just happened to be a bigger part of my life. I would like to honour my good friends I have made here and honour the spirit of roleplaying with a 100 follower, follow forever! 
~ PS THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL THIS IS GOING TO BE ALPHABETICAL ORDER! ~
~ fili-kili-at-your-service 
~ filiings
~ mikhailvalhidris
~ peredhelofimladris
~ alowlysilvanelf
~ bluemountainbofur
~ archerofthegreenwood
~ thorinshielding
~ daughteroferynlasgalen
~ kinglythranduil
~ kiliings
~ sonofthearrow
~ smokinshield
~ smaug-the-delusional / faelyn-the-wretched
~ john-ancient-machine-mitchell
~ thranduilfatherofgreenleaf
~ pippinthetook
~ the-lion-of-durin
~ immortalspxrrow
~ beardedbowman
~ thorinthesassmaster
~ durinbuttsex
~ lostmyway-twice
~ ithilielthehealer
~ littleladyori
~ lord-puck-of-the-fae
~ motherofprinces
~ ladygrin
~ durins-archer
~ tavarothranduil
~ the-helmaroc-king1
~ step-on-lego-las
~ queenlindir
~ ask-fili-the-dwarf
~ ariawanders
~ ereborsrose
~ the-boogymans-child
~ thranduil-sasskingrp
~ littledeerelf
And a huge thank you to thesecondelvenqueen for being my 100th follower! 
Side note, a lot of these people I don’t even really interact with but the ones that I do interact with I love dearly and to the ones I don’t, we should! And even if we don’t you’re on this list because your RP’s are just so amazing to read and you write with the upmost skill. 
Thank you guys so much for 100 followers! And thank you for making me feel welcome!
I can’t express how much this means to me!
~ Anna xx 

ashrynofmirkwood:

Oh my lord of lords! So today on August 20th 2014 I reached 100 followers! Its totally crazy that one hundred people follow this shit blog that I love so much! I’m going to be totally honest I was ready to delete this blog the moment I got it because I know how difficult it is for OC’s to get off the ground, and me having 5+ years of experience my first ever RP was an OC named Minda Black. I roleplayed her in the Harry Potter fandom, by the time the roleplay had died out which around two or so years she had found out she was Sirus Black’s daughter and married to Albus Severus Potter with two children. After that died out I rp’d Alice Longbottom from the Harry Potter fandom as well. I briefly roleplayed as Merida Dunbroch from Brave for around six months, I roleplayed as Death the Kid from Soul Eater, I also roleplayed as Maka from the same show. I’ve roleplayed as various vampires from Vampire Knight and finally four around two years I roleplayed my favourite blog ever in the entire world in my main fandom. I roleplayed ‘Sebastian’ ‘R’ Grantaire from THe Les Miserables fandom you can still see the blog now (@ask-monsuir-grantaire) this blog is one reason why I’m still alive to this day. I ended with around 850-900 followers on that blog and I made so many friends whom I still talk to this day. However I soon made many friends here as well though and I’m not saying i don’t like this blog as much as my Grantaire blog it just happened to be a bigger part of my life. I would like to honour my good friends I have made here and honour the spirit of roleplaying with a 100 follower, follow forever! 

~ PS THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL THIS IS GOING TO BE ALPHABETICAL ORDER! ~

~ fili-kili-at-your-service 

~ filiings

~ mikhailvalhidris

~ peredhelofimladris

~ alowlysilvanelf

~ bluemountainbofur

~ archerofthegreenwood

~ thorinshielding

~ daughteroferynlasgalen

~ kinglythranduil

~ kiliings

~ sonofthearrow

~ smokinshield

~ smaug-the-delusional / faelyn-the-wretched

~ john-ancient-machine-mitchell

~ thranduilfatherofgreenleaf

~ pippinthetook

~ the-lion-of-durin

~ immortalspxrrow

~ beardedbowman

~ thorinthesassmaster

~ durinbuttsex

~ lostmyway-twice

~ ithilielthehealer

~ littleladyori

~ lord-puck-of-the-fae

~ motherofprinces

~ ladygrin

~ durins-archer

~ tavarothranduil

~ the-helmaroc-king1

~ step-on-lego-las

~ queenlindir

~ ask-fili-the-dwarf

~ ariawanders

~ ereborsrose

~ the-boogymans-child

~ thranduil-sasskingrp

~ littledeerelf

And a huge thank you to thesecondelvenqueen for being my 100th follower! 

Side note, a lot of these people I don’t even really interact with but the ones that I do interact with I love dearly and to the ones I don’t, we should! And even if we don’t you’re on this list because your RP’s are just so amazing to read and you write with the upmost skill.

Thank you guys so much for 100 followers! And thank you for making me feel welcome!

I can’t express how much this means to me!

~ Anna xx 

Anonymous said,
“*Random comes flying out of nowhere and slams right into the giant bird, not actually flying, but more like how someone would fly if they got thrown.* ...Ow....”

A loud screech welled up from the Helmaroc King’s throat as the Anon slams into him. But his shock only lasted for a mere instant. As soon as he’d recovered from the initial surprise, the bird grabs the Anon in his beak, lifts them into the air, and then slams them back down onto the ground.

forced-link-of-destiny:

the-helmaroc-king1:

Although the massive bird had expected the boy to be quick, he’d hoped that his own movements would be swifter. Alas, it seemed like this particular incarnation of the hero was faster than he’d anticipated. Not only did the boy manage to evade his beak by rolling underneath the Helmaroc King as he passed over head, but the boy was also able to stay ducked down long enough to also evade the Helmaroc’s claws.

Hissing, the bird turns to face the little hero. The boy had managed to evade him once- he wasn’t about to let it happen a second time. 

"And I see you’re still lucky enough to continue breathing. But I wonder how long your luck will hold out?" 

The massive avian spreads his wings. But he does not lunge at the boy. No, instead of outright attacking once more, the bird concentrates on an area just next to the little hero. A short intake of breath was the only warning. A dark plume of smoke appeared next to the boy, and from within emerged three screeching Kargarocks. The coloration and temperament of these smaller birds were similar to the Helmaroc King- yet they were much smaller, and easier to dispatch.

It was a trick he’d learned as of recent. Learning how to summon Kargarocks was a trick he’d mastered, and now exploited. But the Helmaroc King wasn’t worried about his minions meeting their demise at the end of the boy’s blade. Kargarocks were expendable creatures- but they did make good distractions. 

Luck held one small but very important place in combat. Going hand in hand with skill, and sometimes pushing away common sense and feats of possibility, it had its limits and means of working. A few good times would be a gift, but luck wasn’t something that stuck with you forever. At best, it was a temporary ally.  

A more reliable companion when in the midst of a fight was strategy. Skills did as much as it could, and as mentioned before, luck would lend a hand if it felt so inclined. Strategy would keep you alive for much longer, and sometimes get a man out of the trickiest of situations until something else could come help out. Sometimes it was all the difference between life and death.

The problem came when good strategies were in the hands of your enemies. Link had, unfortunately, seen this one played out one too many times in the course of his lives. And though he’d seen it happen dozens of times before, because calling minions to do some dirty work for you wasn’t a new thing, it was still almost impossible to stop. And, loathe as he was to admit it, it was the best way to distract him. 

"I hate you stupid things." Because beating them required a different way of fighting, arrows and clawshots, that clashed with what he might need to fight the ‘big bad’ so to speak. "Can’t you ever do anything without a command?" Talking was a way to defend himself, listening to how sounds bounced off of what and where. The last thing he wanted was to be caught off guard.

The three Kargarocks screeched and hissed at the hero, their wings beating at the air to keep them aloft as they surrounded the boy. The lacked the knowledge and common sense that their Master posessed- yet their dim-witted nature was the Helmaroc King’s asset. The ability to blindly follow orders was something the King gladly exploited. After all, why expend his own energy, when he could get lesser beings do do the dirty work for him?

Kargarocks aren’t the strongest monsters in the world. But they’re tenacious- especially these ones. They slashed at the hero with their beaks, their loud, eerie cries filling the air. Whether they hit or missed, they weren’t about to give up on attacking their target. And wherever Link went, there was always a Kargarock behind him. The birds had surrounded the boy, and while some might be in sight, there was always at least one behind him, ready to strike where the boy was blind.

And observing the battle was the Helmaroc King himself. He did not simply observe- no, he stalked around the scene, walking around in a wide circle around the hero and his monsters. His golden eyes stay locked on the scene, watching, waiting for an opening. 

Anonymous said,
“HEY IDIOT! 8D”

"What is it, you moronic pile of flesh?"

“A bit hesitantly, there was a knock on the door. Helm stood before the door, waiting. He runs a hand through his hair, wondering if Jade was even home. The Anon had turned him human for a reason- and, strangely enough, he didn't mind. They turned him human for one reason: so he could hold baby Kai. And of all the things he could do as a human, this was the first thing he wanted to do.”

shadowlings-and-a-demon:

the-helmaroc-king1:

shadowlings-and-a-demon:

((this gonna be at Jade’s house yo))

Jade was trying to get the baby to settle down when she all of a sudden heard a knock at the door. Who could that be? She wondered. She bounced Kai in her arms walking to the front door and opened it. A smile lit up her face when she saw Helm standing there. “Helm!” She said excitedly. The baby still continued to fuss in her arms even with Helm being there.

At first, Helm didn’t understand why Jade seemed so distraught at the idea of Kai being in the bathtub. He’d told the child not to go under again. Did the baby not know to listen to him? But as he follows Jade into the bathroom, he could feel his heart stop. Everything around him froze in one awful moment. Jade, on her knees and reaching for her baby. Kai, in the bathtub, floating facedown in the water. In that moment, when everything had frozen, Helm knew one thing: he’d failed.

He’d tried to be Kai’s adopted father. And he’d killed her. Like an idiot, he’d left the child alone. And in a bathtub, no less. Helm slumps against the wall as the realization of what he’d done washes over him: He’d killed Kai.

When Jade starts to lightly shake her baby and shout for Kai to wake up, Helm brings his hands up to his face, covering his eyes. He didn’t want to see Kai’s tiny, dead body. But although he couldn’t see them, he could still hear Jade crying. And it was his fault. He’d killed Kai. He wasn’t fit to try and take care of babies- even if it was unintentional, he still managed to kill them.

Jade’s voice was weak and choked from tears but she spoke in a strained voice, thanking the goddesses. “Kai… Don’t scare mama like that…” She looked at her baby and her confused expression. Her gaze turned to Helm, his stature almost sullen.

"H-Helm?" Jade’s voice squeaked as the tears still bared their presence in her throat.

Helm keeps his hands over his eyes for a few moments lost in the fact that he’d actually killed Kai. It takes a few seconds for Jade’s words to register in his mind. But when they do, Helm lowers his hands and peers out at the baby, almost afraid of what he’d see.

Her eyes were open. At first, his heart lurches, thinking she was looking back at him through dead, unseeing eyes. But then- he sees it. Helm had seen plenty of death in his life. And he knew what it looked like. but this- Kai’s eyes held a spark of life. She was alive.

Helm couldn’t speak. He could only move towards Jade and Kai, bringing them both into a tight hug. Kai was alive. She’d survived his stupidity. But she was still somehow alive. Helm didn’t understand how or why- but at the moment, he didn’t care. Holding them both, there was only one thought in Helm’s mind:

She was alive.

aselkietale:

the-helmaroc-king1:

At first, it did not seem like the predatory bird was about to let go of his catch. He stays still, holding her pinned underneath him. True, he could keep her trapped and still get information out of her. The Helmaroc King had no doubt that this creature would crumble under a few more questions- or a few swift pecks. He isn’t have to free her to get the information he needed.

But then, he does something unexpected. Slowly, he steps off of the selkie, putting himself between her and the water. If she wanted to escape into the sea, then she would have to go through him to get there.

"Fine." His voice was short and clipped, as if he was running out of patience. "You’re free. Now, tell me, what is a selkie?"

The minutes between her request and his action felt like an eternity. She was already thinking how to explain to him what she was when felt the cold breeze of the sea againt her body.

The Tormentor had just freed her.

As she promised, she didnt run away when the opportunity was given. The selkie only moved to find a more comfortable position to stay, as well, to fix her sealskin over her body.

"And here it’s my part of the deal. I’m a Selkie. I’m a kind of faery, a shape shifter. I have both human and seal forms, and both are true." It was a few words, but well, it was actually hard to her to explain what she was to anybody. She just was!

"I live by the sea all my life, with my…colony…" Or should she, but she had been lost for many years now. Sive sighed sadly before continue. "I-it’s sort of complicate to explain it like that. You can make more questions if you want. I’ll answer the best as I can." The brunette wrapped her arms around herself, still feeling quite in danger before the threat Helmaroc was. 

The massive bird stares down at the selkie. He keeps himself placed strategically between the sea and the selkie, his body tense. Although she said she would not try to escape and said she would tell him what sort of creature she was, the bird had heard too many lies in his lifetime to just trust this creature so easily.

But she doesn’t try to escape. Willingly, and without trying to slip away, the selkie gives a brief explanation of what she was. From behind the bird’s ornately decorated steel mask, his golden eyes narrow. Getting that information had been surprisingly easy. True, he’d had to threaten to crush her- but for him, the threat, as well as the resulting action, would have been easy.

But the bird wasn’t quite satisfied with her answer. It was a wonder he didn’t just kill her, but he was actually very curious by nature. He was intrigued by new species and learning of new creatures. So he wasn’t going to kill her- at least, not yet. “You say you have a colony? That means there are more of you, yes?” Tilting his head, the bird says, “Where are the rest of you? Can all selkies change between the form of man and seal? Or is it just you?”

((If Helm finds out what Thalia and X did, he’s gonna try to kill X again.

Just sayin.))

onyourgoat said,
“8D Branwen stares at the giant. "Wanna see who can get a wyvern first?"”

honey-and-tonics:

the-helmaroc-king1:

the-helmaroc-king1:

Helm stares down at the girl. “That depends. Are there any around here? I’ve never seen one in these parts before.” helm doesn’t question if the child was capable of catching one or not. He’d witnessed her power firsthand, and knew she could handle herself against a wyvern.

Helm barely manages to keep from rolling his eyes at the girl. In his experience, the dragons that could speak were often the most irritable, and therefore, Helm had little problem with killing them. But still, knowing Branwen, she’d make sure he didn’t kill any beasts that speak.

Nodding his head, the bird advances towards the wyvern den. “Okay.”

The girl giggled and jumped straight down the hole. She plummeted from above then suddenly put out large bat-like wings that pulled her up and let her slowly descend.

Helm stares down into the hole after Branwen. He supposed he should be startled by the appearance of wings- but then again, this girl was far more powerful than she appeared to be. She could have sprouted another head and Helm wouldn’t have flinched.

He dives down into the hole after the girl, keeping his wings rocked against his sides so he shoots down like a missile. He shoots right past the girl, only spreading his wings at the last moment to keep himself from crashing into the ground.

“The girl decides that Lestat doesn't need any of the money on his debit card. "I b-bid 20,000! I n-need the h-helmaroc!"”

thalia-and-lestat:

the-helmaroc-king1:

the-helmaroc-king1:

The auctioneer’s gavel comes slamming down on the podium. “Sold! For twenty thousand rupees to the redhead! Please see me to complete the transaction, young lady!”

From inside the cage, Helm stares out at the world, seething.

Even if Helm had agreed to do what Thalia said, that didn’t mean he had to like it. As she takes ahold of the leash and starts walking away from town, Helm follows behind her, being led around like a dog. As he walks, a soft growl rumbles in his throat. This was beyond humiliating. First he’d been captured and put on display. Then Thalia pet his crest. And now this. This day couldn’t possibly get any worse.

But instead of voicing his thoughts, Helm trudges behind Thalia as she leads him on. He says nothing, but his quiet growl was more than enough to show how he felt about this whole situation.

Every once and a while, Thalia pauses and looks around to scope out how many people are around them, and how far away the edge of town is. After about ten, maybe twenty minutes of walking, there are no people, and they are far from the town.

"O-Okay… I think this is good…" she says, tugging down on the rope to lower his head and pull it off. "I j-just need to figure out how to get the rest off…"

That walk was the longest walk of Helm’s life. he just wanted it to end. He could see people looking at him, amazed and amused at his situation. He was being led around like a dog. And what could be more entertaining to humans than to watch a mighty beast like the Helmaroc King be humiliated like that.

When Thalia says they were far enough away, the bird willingly lowers his head. He was ready for this nightmare to end.