Scholars say that they dwell in dimensions of their own fabrication, aligned to ideals of pure justice, kindness, valor, selfishness, greed, cruelty — receiving power from the voices of their worshipers on the distant Prime Material Plane of Golarion. In return, they grant sacred boons to their followers in the form of magic to bless, curse, smite, or heal their foes.
So it has been for eons.
But with the appearance of the Spire above Absalom, scholars have fallen silent. Rules of cosmological order once thought immutable are now in question. High clerics of all faiths have retreated into a trancelike state from which they cannot be stirred, and followers of lower rank report cryptic, ominous echoes as the only answers to their prayers.
The spiritually attuned still receive the blessings of their gods — punishment and reward are still meted out according to their teachings — but the oracles most closely aligned to abstractions of ethical virtue report an almost stifling closeness. Could it be that the barriers between the worlds of gods and men are weakening? Such thoughts find exchange in hushed whispers from the cathedrals of Sothis to the alleys of Riddleport.