The Divinites are a peculiar set of entities. For better or not, it is merely a term for beings that slip the rational explanation for their existence – imbued with awe and all the weight of the ‘divine’ behind the word, but not necessarily being gods, in the traditional sense. In any way though, they often display powers and capabilities way beyond mortal ken, often outmatching even the might of ancient technomancies, thaumaturgical arsenal or even venerated gods. One of the most elusive and lesser known is the being known to us simply as a Thoughtmaker. Some tribes call him the Weaver of Notions or The Inscriber. The stories of his purpose are usually all aligned – he exist to fill the cosmos with idea, new notions that swim across the vastness of the collective mindscape to be fetched by brilliant minds or moments of inspiration, made into reality by sweat and blood and turmoil of the mortal hands. Some claim he is the source of all inventions and knowledge. Others, less prone to poetic explanations of the material word, consider him merely an archivist, an entity that ensures no idea is ever truly lost to the erosion of time and the shadow of obscurity. Whichever it is in the end, hardly matters – what’s important, though… He is out there, drifting across the starry sky, filling the peculiar sphere of thoughts with seeds of new ideas and sudden arrows of inspiration.