Orin Calder practicing phial-throws at target dummies in the Phialguard training yard at dawn
The training yard — AI-generated dramatization art (2026-09-26). Fictional scene; no real person depicted.

Training

How the Phialguard makes a chemist warrior: five years (or three, if you're Orin) of measuring, throwing, and learning when not to. Fictional training regimen.

The regimen

Phialguard training is divided into three disciplines, drilled daily in the converted granary hall on Crucible Row:

  1. The Measure — brewing, diluting, and compounding under examination conditions. Recruits who cannot compound blindfolded do not advance. (Orin could do it at nineteen, before he ever enlisted.)
  2. The Throw — delivery: arcs, rolls, placements, and the slate wall's ten thousand chalked trajectories. Recruits drill with empty phials for the first month — "the throw is the easy part," per Holt.
  3. The Restraint — scenario drills: when not to throw, which reagent not to use, how to end a fight with the fewest phials. This is where most recruits wash out, and where Orin — who arrived all throw and no measure — nearly did.

Orin's three years

Orin completed the five-year regimen in three, and the codex is specific about why: he arrived fluent in delivery and had to be rebuilt around restraint. Holt's personal curriculum for him:

The trial

The Seven Phials is both the graduation and the bandolier: the recruit is issued seven phials and seven targets at unknown ranges, in whatever weather the day provides. Orin's trial day provided a rainstorm. He passed. The codex records that Holt said nothing afterward — which, from Holt, is a speech.

marginalia, in Holt's hand: "three years. don't tell the other recruits. they'll want it too."

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