List of Redwall characters
This article is about the characters in Brian Jacques' fantasy series Redwall.
List of Abbey Warriors
This is a list of the Abbey Warriors from the books The Legend of Luke to Eulalia!.
Martin I
Martin I is an anthropomorphic mouse, appearing in the Redwall series by Brian Jacques.
Known as "Martin the Warrior" throughout the Redwall series, Martin, a woodland mouse, is the son of Luke the Warrior and his mate Sayna. Luke is the kindly leader of an idyllic tribe of mice. Their settlement is sacked by a wicked stoat pirate named Vilu Daskar, and Sayna is killed. Luke vows revenge against the corsair captain and sets out after him, refusing Martin's wishes to join him, but leaving his sword in his son's possession. Sometime later, Martin is captured by another tyrannical stoat called Badrang and becomes one of his horde of slaves. The young mouse is rebellious and insolent, however, and after spending some time as a slave, he manages to escape his captors. The son of Luke strikes out into the wilderness to rally help from other woodland creatures to come back with him to help liberate the rest of the slaves. He meets Laterose of Noonvale (normally called Rose), a mousemaiden with whom he develops a romantic relationship. She saves him from death numerous times, and shows that she is as much of a warrior as Martin. In the eventual assault on Badrang's fort, called Marshank, many of Martin's companions perish, including Rose, who is killed when Badrang throws her against a wall (in the TV series she dies when Badrang stabs her). However, Marshank is ultimately taken and Badrang slain by Martin himself, who reclaims his father's sword from the tyrant. The young mouse is devastated by the deaths of his friends, especially Rose, and he never takes on another love interest.
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