From the historical accounts of the Dark Lords. Weapons of the Dark Lords section:

Braxsis looked out into the square where his goal lay. He looked upon the stone of Elista. A stone in which ‘The Sword of Eternum’ was placed. Legend states that whoever holds true dominion over the Dark Continent shall draw the blade from the stone. 

Braxsis was one who would never turn down a challenge. He had fought his way to becoming the Dark Lord of the Dark Continent. Truly this blade would be the newest edition to his armoury. Walking up to the back of the queue of people who were attempting the challenge today, he waited.

Many looked at him in confusion, wondering why the ruler of their entire land was queuing. But Braxsis’ mother always taught him a true man never hits a woman and never cuts in line. As both deserve death. He had done neither throughout his centuries-long life and would not break that streak that day. 

Each person ahead of him tried and failed. Some let their faces become red with the effort. But Braxsis was confident. He was physically the strongest Dark Lord yet. Granted, that was only three other contenders, but that is still a lofty trio. 

Finally, it was his turn. None dare line up behind him. All knew it was he who would draw the blade from the stone. Gently tapping the exposed edge, he felt a jolt of pain. The edge was sharp enough to cut him. Truly it was a magnificent blade. 

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His hand enveloped the entire hilt of the sword. A blade made so the average demon or even human would need two hands; he could achieve with one. All it would take is a light pull and…

“Neghhh”, he grunted, trying to pull the blade. 

He repositioned himself so he had both feet on the stone rather than just one and pulled from the crossguard. 

“Neghhh!!!” again, he grunted with the effort, but the blade still would not budge. He could feel his anger bubbling to the surface. He was the Dark Lord. This should be his weapon to wield!!! That is when inspiration struck him. 

Suppose anyone would be asked to describe the Dark Lord Braxsis with three words. One would inevitably be direct or even simple. He didn’t need grand schemes. He would walk up to your castle and punch a hole right through the wall. 

Stepping off the stone, the onlookers were stunned silent. Only a few whispers about Braxsis not being worthy dare be said. Braxsis, though, paid them no heed. He tightened his grip and lifted the entire blade, stone and all, from the ground. 

“Yes, this is the trick. It is not a blade but a hammer with which to crush my foes”, he loudly guffawed as he swung the sword turned Warhammer. 

“My new weapon deserves a new name”, he loudly announced to the equally stunned and terrified onlookers.

“I think Hammer is fitting”, he proudly announced. As was previously said, Direct/Simple are words often attributed to him. 

Resting Hammer on his shoulder, he gave the stunned townsfolk a friendly nod and a salute with his free hand as he sauntered out of the town.

Legends from that day forth began to be told of Hammer. They say that the newly appointed Sinful Lord of Wrath, Boulder Ironforge, shaped the stone to make it deadlier. Even carving powerful runes directly onto the stone itself. 

Others report that Braxsis once played a game of golf with the hammer. If this myth is to be believed, he launched a sizable mountain to the opposite side of the planet. The mountain he used in place of a ball is now known as the sea spire of Adrigal. The sole land within the bay of Hangrolist.

What is confirmed is long after Braxsis’ death, Hammer still resides within Hades’ Seat’s armoury. Waiting the day the real chosen one