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A'tor is a fictional Redguard nationalist and Crown Prince of Hammerfell developed by Bethesda Game Studios for the role-playing game The Elder Scrolls Adventures: Redguard. He is the son of High King Thassad II of Hammerfell.

After his father's death and the Forebear seizure of Hammerfell's capital Sentinel, A'tor made war on the Forebears, who then invited Tiber Septim and his Empire to intervene on their side. The Imperials defeated A'tor, and A'tor regrouped his forces at the island and national redoubt of Stros M'Kai. During the Battle of Hunding Bay, the Imperial-employed Dunmer assassin Dram mortally wounded A'tor with a poisoned arrow. Archmage Voa preserved A'tor's soul within a soul gem before dying in battle himself.

Cyrus the Redguard recovered A'tor's soul from the Imperial-emplyed dragon Nafaalilargus and sought to return the soul to A'tor's body. Instead, A'tor's soul then imbued itself into A'tor sword, causing the Redguard nationalists in attendance to become disheartened. However, Cyrus recognized the reason A'tor went into the sword into of his old body and rallied the nationalists into action against the Imperials.

Cyrus confronted Imperial Governor Amiel Richton with the sword. Dram captured Cyrus from behind, and Cyrus was forced to drop the sword. However, the sword, imbued as it was with A'tor's soul, levitated into the air and slew Richton and Dram. Meanwhile, the Redguard nationalists defeated the Imperials in battle.

Thanks to Cyrus' and A'tor's victory over Richton, he and the Redguards were able to negotiate a peace favorable to the Redguards with Emperor Tiber Septim.



Is this how you will honor your Prince then? Cautious I've thought you, Basil, but never before a coward.

We all have waited for the Prince's return. Now that he has returned, you walk away.

The form is different, true, but his spirit is here. Here. And isn't his spirit the truest part of him? Did it occur that maybe he chose this shape and symbol as the sign of his intentions?

Aye, perhaps that soul, in hated delay, snared helpless in a jewel while his men hid and shirked their duties, his duty, perhaps that soul honed itself to this and by no mistake comes to you now, in no more fine and final form as this, a sword. You say you cannot follow a sword? Well, I say that you have strayed from your own too long! Why are you here but to FIGHT? Your Prince has shown you the manner of his purest mettle, AYE! In metal itself! And this true unerring razor's message is clear beyond words, for now's not the time for words, but for brave hands, bright swords, and blood. Aye, boys, it's about blood now! Too long frozen in your veins! And you'd rather yourself be rigid than follow me. Well, if you won't, then shamefully know that your Prince will! For his blood be solid, too, but straightened to steel and tempered in death! Rise alike as he! As swords! As we are Crowns alike as he!

The Prince is dead! Long live the Prince!

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