If you have arrived at this shadowed threshold, it is because a coin—warm from another’s hand—now rests in your palm.
Forged in bronze and gold, it bears the mark of the Phoenix.

One of the Order has judged you worthy.

You have been measured against the Ten Trials. Ten pillars of fire and shadow that few survive unscathed.
Ten proofs that separate the merely ambitious from those who bend the world to their will.

Below, sealed in wax and ember, lie the Ten Trials of the Business Challenge Coin.

They are not spoken of lightly. They are whispered in boardrooms when the lights dim and the masks come off.

Should you seek full inscription among the Marked
… your name etched beside the silent masters who came before

… then step forward.

Schedule audience with the Curator.

A single meeting. No witnesses. We will hear the tale behind your coin. You will hear ours.

If the Order deems it true, you will receive:

A framed coin, sealed behind glass, to hang where lesser trophies fear to tread.

A second coin, still warm from the forge, to be carried until the day you press it into the hand of
another who has endured the Trials.

Few are called. Fewer answer.

The vault awaits. The brazier is lit.