This is the Polar Bear King. He doesn't have a name. He is jovial in nature and has a fondness for buzzleberry tea.
In the story, Barbar is initially afraid of the King. When he is invited to tea, sun-set is not far off and he worries that he must get back to his people before it gets dark.
However, wishing to avoid an international incident, he reluctantly agrees to take tea with the King, and the two become best friends.
Some concept work of the King's throne room, a very large and very grand room with high ceilings which is carved entirely out of ice. Of course, the ornamentation is rather simplistic, as bears have no thumbs and have difficulty holding the tools necessary for intricate ice sculpture.
So we have the polar bear citizens. They are slightly more quadrapedal than their sovreign, and they are dyed with colours and symbols of their rank and occupation within the community.
This particular gentleman is the Captain of the Royal Guard.
And a particularly stylish Captain of the Royal Guard he is, in his spiffy killer whale leather armour.
Armour is designed with overlapping plates to allow for ease of movement and to give maximum cover of vulnerable spots on two legs or four.
No comments:
Post a Comment