Irileth was a kind soul, always worried about others and their well-being. Even though she was already dead, time and time again Irileth was summoned to new worlds and new points in time that are far passed her own. She was everything a person could hope for, besides the fact that she was a skeleton with only the ghost of her skin faintly resembling her humanity. She was a kind and understanding soul who did everything she could to help anyone. When she wasn’t adventuring to save the world she had been summoned to, she would be a performer. She loved to play the lyre not only because her deity was Hermes, but also because it was the instrument her children loved when she was alive. It would help her relive those moments, seeing their big eyes slowly drift to a sleepy slumber, how her daughter would hum along to the tune, and how her youngest son asked to learn to play in secret. To most, she was more than anyone could have asked for. She was like a fleeting dream to people in dire situations. The way her body flows in battle, she risks her life to save others, and she always prays for their safety after anyone has passed in battle. The lady priestess Irileth is always on a mission to guide the undead to their rightful place.