As you make your way through the city among throngs of nobles and their retainers on errands and in merriment, your otherwise average day is interrupted by the piercing, heartstopping sound of a woman's scream in the forum just outside of the Weaver's guild.
You rush toward the sound and push your way through the crowd of onlookers whose attention has also been captured by the haunting exclamation to find a Hyuran lady in formal gown collapsed on the ground seemingly reaching for the heavens. You kneel next to her; taking her hand in your own and implore what ails her so- she grips your hand tightly as if her very soul depends on it and whispers:
"He's returned."
She loses consciousness, and as you turn your head to the wall before her, you see it. A simple yet elegantly inscribed poster on ornate parchment glimmering in the light of the sconces.
It was not long before the events unfolding in front of you repeated themselves elsewhere in the city. One by one, persons of notable persona and applicable affluence began to faint clean away at the inkling of a chance that they might one day be dressed by none other than Dadarupo Boborupo; one of the finest designers of fashion in Ul'Dah and quite possibly the whole of Eorzea. Who ever could forget -the- wedding dress inlaid with over 16,000 sapphire beads that bankrupted the family that purchased it? Who could forget the exotic furs, the gossamer evening gowns, and the patterns woven so beautifully with golden filaments to craft protective sigils right into the lining of one's suit? It was all too much for any of them to handle.
It had been two long years since he had graced Ul'Dah with his presence. He and his materials supplier; the dashing Lord Whyte, had been abroad in lands unknown. Ordinarily one could be on the waiting list for far longer as often the only time a slot opened up was when there was a death or a calamity. Ten whole slots.... it was inconceivable. Impossible! Yet oh so very real, and the competition for the Master Couturier's favor would be bloody indeed.
If you are a man or woman of upstanding status without reproach, you may find it advantageous to seek Dadarupo Boborupo's tailoring as no other will compare. We warned; however, that with luxury comes a very heavy bill. Should you not be equipped to pay for your commissions it would be most unfortunate for you and your loved ones.
Let it be known that Dadarupo Boborupo will begin meeting with eligible applicants beginning this Friday.
((You can contact me ICly either in-game or by letter through this website! Just know that Dadarupo is -very- picky about who he dresses, and you must be absolutely confident that you have what it takes to wear his artwork and do it justice. May the odds be ever in your favor.))
You rush toward the sound and push your way through the crowd of onlookers whose attention has also been captured by the haunting exclamation to find a Hyuran lady in formal gown collapsed on the ground seemingly reaching for the heavens. You kneel next to her; taking her hand in your own and implore what ails her so- she grips your hand tightly as if her very soul depends on it and whispers:
"He's returned."
She loses consciousness, and as you turn your head to the wall before her, you see it. A simple yet elegantly inscribed poster on ornate parchment glimmering in the light of the sconces.
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![[Image: 6QnX9IY]](https://imgur.com/6QnX9IY)
It was not long before the events unfolding in front of you repeated themselves elsewhere in the city. One by one, persons of notable persona and applicable affluence began to faint clean away at the inkling of a chance that they might one day be dressed by none other than Dadarupo Boborupo; one of the finest designers of fashion in Ul'Dah and quite possibly the whole of Eorzea. Who ever could forget -the- wedding dress inlaid with over 16,000 sapphire beads that bankrupted the family that purchased it? Who could forget the exotic furs, the gossamer evening gowns, and the patterns woven so beautifully with golden filaments to craft protective sigils right into the lining of one's suit? It was all too much for any of them to handle.
It had been two long years since he had graced Ul'Dah with his presence. He and his materials supplier; the dashing Lord Whyte, had been abroad in lands unknown. Ordinarily one could be on the waiting list for far longer as often the only time a slot opened up was when there was a death or a calamity. Ten whole slots.... it was inconceivable. Impossible! Yet oh so very real, and the competition for the Master Couturier's favor would be bloody indeed.
If you are a man or woman of upstanding status without reproach, you may find it advantageous to seek Dadarupo Boborupo's tailoring as no other will compare. We warned; however, that with luxury comes a very heavy bill. Should you not be equipped to pay for your commissions it would be most unfortunate for you and your loved ones.
Let it be known that Dadarupo Boborupo will begin meeting with eligible applicants beginning this Friday.
((You can contact me ICly either in-game or by letter through this website! Just know that Dadarupo is -very- picky about who he dresses, and you must be absolutely confident that you have what it takes to wear his artwork and do it justice. May the odds be ever in your favor.))
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Art by Berrod!
