1Cataline 2Vix 3Sloane
It's funny what sort of things catch the eye of higher beings. Popular media would have everyone believe that, since clerics of rank are so hard to impress, it must be impossible to even intrigue those they worship. You'd need to be perfect, with a soul so chaste and intentions so pure that you begin to ascend yourself.
But how can this be true? If the world really was designed by an intelligence, what would be the point in designing something mundane? Think. Consider the structure of the universe you live in. Wouldn't it make much more sense for the god to be created by the world? If life evolves from the simple to the complex, then wouldn't logic dictate that the system should exist before its panel of judges? There must exist something to weigh before the scale. Otherwise, how would anyone even think to wonder what the weight of something was?
"Hmm, I have nothing here, and yet I still have this innate desire to judge it..."
All those worshipped deities are nothing more than chance. Their existence is a roll of the dice. Their whims are riled by the strangest of occurrences. If your ears were tuned the voices of thousands, what would you hear? Hundreds of thousands? Millions? Every voice is important, and you don't have to give a single fuck. Hear what you want. Intervene. Play.
That was exactly what Sloane intended to do.