[h3]Marriage Ties:[/h3] Convel and Spedan are both unmarried. [h3]Scions of House Summerwind:[/h3] [b]Sister: Spedan Summerwind.[/b] Convels only sibling is his twin sister Spedan. Spedan administrates the clan holdings of its capital city of Salts. She is an avid collector of numbers about her holdings and can usually furnish Convel with some complicated statistical reason for something that she needs him to do. Of which he is obliged to as he must answer to the clan elders and the town eldars, who are usually on her side. [b]Cousin: Willis Summerwind.[/b] Willis is a young man of only 20 and is the Supreme Commander of the Clan Summerwind fort at Port Pragma. Since an early age he showed interest in all things militaristic. His persueal of the military arts is veracious, so veracious that he has very few friends and no place in any noble court. He has never bothered to attend military college, instead preferring his own reading and travelling to unlikely places for reasons often only he knows. Though on the face of it he seems likely he is a very gifted military historian with an excellent memory. His time and life is entirely devoted to improving the military forces under his command and whenever Convel is in port he is only too ready to provide him with another one of his 'lists', of things he needs to further improve the military, and is happy to explain all of them if anyone could stand to listen to him yammer on about the military for more than 15 minutes. He also has a very large personal book collection at the top of his fortress, where his personal home is. [b]Uncle: Martyn Summerwind.[/b] Younger brother to Convels father, Henrick and the chieftainship of clan Summerwind that passed to Convel upon the death of his father at sea. Martin is a professional warrior for hire, rider and a sailor of the highest horder. He may be older now but he is still as healthy as a clydesdale. His love of mead and the scrumball game have kept him somewhat out of politics. In truth this is a alliance of convenience for him. Not that anyone could make him do anything he didnt want to do ofcourse. However dont let any of this fool you, he is extremely intellegent and has a large personal library at the Summerwind estate in Salts. [b]Tutor: Sir Terrence Glywysing[/b] "Just refered to as Sir Terrence." When Convel was young he had tutors selected by the discerning eye and vast experience of his late father. One of which was Sir Terence. Journeying the long distance from the other side of Cobsterra. A native of Tra, Sir Terence's grandfather had been knighted for his actions of valour and clear thinking in a battle in the Tra plains. During the battle the authority of the Crown was usurped by a noble house now buried. Terrence is the third generation of a somewhat poor knight line. He had served in the long battle and had journeyed all over Cobsterra as part of the kings army, with little coin he had to survive in all kinds of climates and sample, aswell as survive and triumph in many cultures and cities not known to him. After the battle was finished Sir Terence returned to his orchard to once again sew, plant and graft for the next season. His Knighthood came with little endowment besides the land and he thought it more of a funny story for down the pub. Then one day Henrick Summerwind himself had stood at his door. With the preternatural ability to size a man up by eye, he offered him a healthy salary in exchange for teaching his skills to the young Scion Convel. Sir Terrence accepted. Terrence and Convel soon became closest friends. Convel looked up to him, as Terrence imparted more than knightly skills to him, but some measure of his cheerful soul, his ability to remain in good spirits no matter the situation. Hewn from a lifetimes of having to worry just to survive in wild Tra, Sir Terrence had simply decided to be happy. He has passed now and his bones returned to the orchard. But he cast a great shadow in Convels life, the full extent of which has yet to become known. ______________________________________ Sorry, i am still around.