It took me ages to forge something like this. The day I was done I was so happy I took it for a stroll in the streets. It was one of those days, when it wouldn't stop raining. The kind of rain that normally burned your skin and made you run for cover as fast as you could. My Helm was so powerful that neither the rain nor the lightning could hurt me. It was a little late I realised that this wasn't the usual rain but the attack of a drow house. Actually I realised it when I stumbled in their midst... Now my spirit is bound to this helm and all of its copies the drow have made.