The Threshold
We accept no one upon their word. The fire itself questions you. Five trials are set below, drawn from the marrow of the Good Religion — the kind of knowledge that lives in the bone of one raised in it, and that the Lie can only fake and fail. Answer in any tongue you know: English, the old Avestan, or the Persian of the hearth.
Kindle five embers and the threshold opens.
After the threshold
If five embers kindle, you may carry your sealed petition to the Atravakhsha, the Keeper of the Flame. Understand what membership is not: it is not a subscription, nor a forum, nor a costume. The Order asks a life lived toward Asha. The Keeper answers slowly, at the turning of the moon, and calls only those whose deeds the words can be seen to match. Many are recognised; few are called; none are bought.
Druj has no place at this fire.