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Q: "Can Glutton Knights speak? Or does it vary from armor types, original speech ability, and/or other factors?"

A: It varies wildly, yes. Armor types generally affect the look and functionality of the final change, but there can be plenty of strange variations within armors of the exact same model, depending on the individual in question. This impacts everything from speech to mobility to ability to blend in.

The warping effect of the magic is still partially guided by the afflicted’s will; while ‘normal’ magic is directed by the conscious mind of a professional (whether they’re a wix, witch, or sorcerer), insidious magic infections are largely influenced by the subconsciousness…but a consciousness, nonetheless, belonging to the infected individual. This can DRAMATICALLY alter the final result of any magical change. A person’s ability to speak can be influenced by how much they valued speech in their human life. More rarely, a knight rendered mute by the change who desperately wishes to talk again might find their future mutations oblige them, granting speech anew.
More on Glutton Knights in general:

ErrantIt started when you recovered from your illness.
Or perhaps when you got sick in the first place, or…well, really it began the day you first picked up sword and shield again. Not that you’d have changed that: life as a knight is the only thing you ever wanted. It was—it is, it still is—your honor to defend the folk of the kingdom. To hunt down the unclean things that steal through the dark. It’s a difficult task; the forces of the crown are spread thin these days, and you’re the only appointed knight in the surrounding villages. With the increasing reports of witches and night things about the borders, you’ve been overworked ever since you took the post.
How long has it been? Shit, about a decade. Too long and with too little rest.
It was no wonder that you fell ill. Three weeks were spent wracked with fever and shakes, but hey, it was the first vacation you’d had in years. Little pins and needles skittered across your muscles at n
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Description
A little draw to embellish a tumblr Q&A.

Q: "Can Glutton Knights speak? Or does it vary from armor types, original speech ability, and/or other factors?"

A: It varies wildly, yes. Armor types generally affect the look and functionality of the final change, but there can be plenty of strange variations within armors of the exact same model, depending on the individual in question. This impacts everything from speech to mobility to ability to blend in.

The warping effect of the magic is still partially guided by the afflicted’s will; while ‘normal’ magic is directed by the conscious mind of a professional (whether they’re a wix, witch, or sorcerer), insidious magic infections are largely influenced by the subconsciousness…but a consciousness, nonetheless, belonging to the infected individual. This can DRAMATICALLY alter the final result of any magical change. A person’s ability to speak can be influenced by how much they valued speech in their human life. More rarely, a knight rendered mute by the change who desperately wishes to talk again might find their future mutations oblige them, granting speech anew.
More on Glutton Knights in general:

ErrantIt started when you recovered from your illness.
Or perhaps when you got sick in the first place, or…well, really it began the day you first picked up sword and shield again. Not that you’d have changed that: life as a knight is the only thing you ever wanted. It was—it is, it still is—your honor to defend the folk of the kingdom. To hunt down the unclean things that steal through the dark. It’s a difficult task; the forces of the crown are spread thin these days, and you’re the only appointed knight in the surrounding villages. With the increasing reports of witches and night things about the borders, you’ve been overworked ever since you took the post.
How long has it been? Shit, about a decade. Too long and with too little rest.
It was no wonder that you fell ill. Three weeks were spent wracked with fever and shakes, but hey, it was the first vacation you’d had in years. Little pins and needles skittered across your muscles at n
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