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'''Shex Alguts''' is a Nornian Simic Hybrid They are a former [[Champion]] of [[Molvomor]].
'''Shex Alguts''' is a Nornian Simic Hybrid They are a former [[Champion]] of [[Molvomor]].


They are known for their dominance in the [[Champion Challenge]], where they use a brawling fighting style and host eda Challenge consisting simply of gathering the participants in a dim room and "Absolutely beating the crap out of them. Just really going to town."<ref>From collection of participant and viewer interviews.</ref>
They are known for their dominance in the [[Champion Challenge]], where they use a brawling fighting style and hosted a Challenge consisting simply of gathering the participants in a dim room and "Absolutely beating the crap out of them. Just really going to town."<ref>From collection of participant and viewer interviews.</ref>
 
Embedded in a dormant part of Shex's brain is the ego of Saint Algernon, a notorious mage and criminal who locked himself away inside his own brain, only to be released when one of the [[Lord|Lords]] is resurrected by a humanoid host.


==Quotes==
==Quotes==

Latest revision as of 00:01, 9 July 2025

Shex Alguts is a Nornian Simic Hybrid They are a former Champion of Molvomor.

They are known for their dominance in the Champion Challenge, where they use a brawling fighting style and hosted a Challenge consisting simply of gathering the participants in a dim room and "Absolutely beating the crap out of them. Just really going to town."[1]

Embedded in a dormant part of Shex's brain is the ego of Saint Algernon, a notorious mage and criminal who locked himself away inside his own brain, only to be released when one of the Lords is resurrected by a humanoid host.

Quotes

"I've been champion for...a while now"[2]

Literature

Shex is known to write poetry, including this piece entitled Mania as a Celebration of Grief:

There is a halo on a head in anticipation of a saint,

And flowers on the dirt in anticipation of a grave,

So I always piss outside in the grass,

In the hopes that it seeps down by the time my enemies are buried.

Notes
  1. ↑ From collection of participant and viewer interviews.
  2. ↑ Date: 4/22/101, Challenge Day