Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26543176-20150617155249/@comment-24828824-20150714221115

Egil proceeded to tell Vermont how he came to be an information broker. He began with the groundwork he had laid down back when he was just a huntsman who had a couple of friends across the globe. People whom he had helped out before and were willing to pass along news of possible jobs for him and his team. He told the story of how he lost his team to a group of extremist faunus holed up in a fort near vacuo called fort Norema. They had dug in deep within the fortress and boobytrapped it to keep the authorities out while they were developing some kind of chemical weapon. A local had sold out his team and the faunus had set loose their caged Grimm into the tunnels and taken up well prepared defensive positions. the police taskforce that had gone with them had suffered severe losses to the grimm and two of Egil's partneres hadn't survived an ambush by the faunus in a boobytrapped tunnel. it ended in a massacre as the surviving grimm managed to escape the tunnels and run havoc in the city close by.

It was at this point of his life that Egil decided to enter the intelligence business proper. Thanks to bad intel and the disloyalty of a local that had caused the whole tragic mess he had lost his closest friends in. At first he just had his handful of friends scattered across the four kingdoms, but with time he managed to build his own web of informants, loyal to him or to his money, and much like Vermont he made use of a few  connections with influential figures in Vale to keep his little network safe from the competition. Eventually he was approached the secretive mister Embar who had kept an eye on Egil's progress as an info broker. Much like what Egil was doing now with Vermont, Embar had then made Egil an offer to pool their resources as their goals alligned. While Egil had only really stepped into the info broker business to prevent the tragedy that had befallen him Embar had bigger plans. For years Embar had seen the patterns emerge in his intelligence. Many of the faunus were radicalizing, even the once peace-minded White Fang had restructured itself into the criminal fanatics they were known as today. On the other side more and more pro-human interest paramilitary groups springing up just waiting to explode into full racial conflict.

“Embar had seen that with today’s technology and with the ideaological minefield of these varied factions a war between Faunus and humans would quickly escalate to a war of extermination. Now even in our line of work war is bad for business if it ends with genocide. So, for the last decade or so I have worked with Embar to keep these threats to the kingdoms in check. With the intel we gather we keep playing these groups against each other to keep them occupied and weak so the authorities can keep them in line, all the while turning in a decent profit.” He finished his drink and watched Vermont closely, looking for any clues in his expression to see what his judgement would be before he said it...