In my world, sorcery is using one's will and certain mental constructs draw upon and shape the energy from amorphia. It may only be legally done by citizens of the Empire, as the Imperial Orb, to which we -- that is to say, citizens of the Empire -- are all connected, provides an intermediary for protection from raw amorphia.
[ Legally and safely. Any survivor of Adron's Disaster is acutely and personally aware of the risks of pre-Empire sorcery, though Prince Adron had, by all accounts, had no little skill.]
I cannot tell you all that much of witchcraft, save that it is practiced in the East, outside of the borders of the Empire. It is not sorcery, though it may duplicate sorcerous workings inefficiently. The Duke of Southmoor uses it to levitate his castle after the original sorcery failed during the Interregnum. Or, rather, his witches maintain the levitation after sorcery was used to lift the foundation.
[ And that particular memory brought up the memory of the sorceress who had done it, and Aerich gives a small intake of breath and does not say more as he works to not show the grief he feels to a stranger. Given current events, it feels as if days had passed since that battle, when he had been conscious for at most hours since being pulled from his world. The utter lack of familiar context means that he can focus on immediate survival rather than grieving the lost, until he needs to speak of his own world and those he knew.]
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In my world, sorcery is using one's will and certain mental constructs draw upon and shape the energy from amorphia. It may only be legally done by citizens of the Empire, as the Imperial Orb, to which we -- that is to say, citizens of the Empire -- are all connected, provides an intermediary for protection from raw amorphia.
[ Legally and safely. Any survivor of Adron's Disaster is acutely and personally aware of the risks of pre-Empire sorcery, though Prince Adron had, by all accounts, had no little skill.]
I cannot tell you all that much of witchcraft, save that it is practiced in the East, outside of the borders of the Empire. It is not sorcery, though it may duplicate sorcerous workings inefficiently. The Duke of Southmoor uses it to levitate his castle after the original sorcery failed during the Interregnum. Or, rather, his witches maintain the levitation after sorcery was used to lift the foundation.
[ And that particular memory brought up the memory of the sorceress who had done it, and Aerich gives a small intake of breath and does not say more as he works to not show the grief he feels to a stranger. Given current events, it feels as if days had passed since that battle, when he had been conscious for at most hours since being pulled from his world. The utter lack of familiar context means that he can focus on immediate survival rather than grieving the lost, until he needs to speak of his own world and those he knew.]