Astaroth had no immediate way of knowing what Jerion had done to the Archmage. Not that she would care if she did. The whole thing was very in in tune with the Dogma of a goddess of love and war.<br/><br/>"My sweet Javoss, Lord Orro does have a fine point. Just what have we all gathered here to discuss? It would be so unlike the minions of the Pharoah to come up with something we don't already expect." Astaroth said. Perhaps Javoss had a few specific targets in mind?<br/><br/>There was something The Forbidden One had been working on that Astaroth felt worth bringing up. "You know my darling here." She said stroking The Forbidden One's white hair. "He's been commanding an operation to make a flying Cathedral for me, complete with some very impressive magical weaponry. When it's finished it will be a glorious Icon for our enemies to cower at the sight of.  The human mind is such a fragile thing, easily influenced."<br/><br/>Jerion, having laid his curse upon Orro transferred his presence back into the hellfire staff of The Forbidden One.  The other, Materialized, twin put his hand on the Archmage's shoulder. "You look a bit tense.  Just relax, I'm sure we wont be here that long."