Arthur Stone was born Arthur Pretto, but Stone sounded more heroic once shit hit the fan.

He is a lumberjack/bartender/brewer by day but a knight at heart by night. A knight by night? Forgive the pun!

Arthur is a HEMA guy. Historic European Martial Arts, or Western Martial Arts (he'll lecture you on the difference, show you all the links and references on all the forums, and quiz you later to see if you're following) This young man at 28, studies the 14th century historic fencing works of Johannes Liechtenauer, Paulus Kal, Hans Talhoffer, Peter von Danzig (And Pseudo von Danzig), Joachim Meyer and Peter Falkner, Hans Lekuchner and Andre Lignitzer. He's read the Codex Wallerstein front to back 4 times, trolls Wiktenauer daily, and has every single book by Christian Tobler and Guy Windsor, as well as Jason Smith's Burgundian Polaxe on his shelf. He embraces the Italian Fiorist tradition as well, respecting both Fiore de Liberi and Filippo de Vadi.

Arthur was hoping for something like The Mist to happen so that he can prove to himself and to the world that HEMA works. Firm believer in the force of arms and prevalence of technique over brawn, he does not lack either. What he lacks is a firm grasp on reality, but can you blame him right now?

He's been rolling down the highway and slaying anything he can, until his bike broke down and he had to run for his life. But see, running in armor is really a bitch. So Arthur really needed some shelter. A convenient happenstance brought Arthur upon a giant insect trying to break into a mall. Arthur killed it and crawled inside the hole it made in a barricade. Prudently, Arthur closed the door behind himself.