Orange Magic is the craft of the rugged Brown Hats, who till the soil and stalk the wilds of the northern Brown Hat Delta. It is the most practical of all magics, bound to the rhythms of farming, hunting, and the humble tasks that sustain rural life. Where other schools bend toward ambition or spectacle, Orange Magic remains unadorned, unchanged through the ages—a bastion of reliability and a covenant with the earth itself.

Its incantations are not spoken in marble halls but in furrow and seed, in hammered plow and sharpened blade. Each harvest becomes a ritual of renewal, each hunt a pact between predator and prey. The hearth fire is its altar, the work-song its litany, and the calloused hand its sigil.

Beloved by communities rooted in stability and ancestral custom, Orange Magic carries the quiet wisdom of cycles: sowing and reaping, birth and death, endurance and return. In its constancy lies a hidden strength, for to walk the same path as one’s ancestors is, to the initiate, a kind of immortality.