Before meeting with the Council, the party decided to deal with the impending environmental crisis and collected the gnome inventor and his depth charge (the “Enema”) from hiding. They headed down to the Erid Butthole, constructed a make-shift bunker out of debris, and deployed the Enema.
BOOM! A massive bubble burst from the toxic waste pit, spattering the area with foul slime. Out slithered a Greater Feyr: a writhing, amorphous distillation of all the hate, fear, and hopelessness of New Eridell’s downtrodden citizens. Its baleful eyes beamed concentrated waves of terror and despair this way and that. It was the most abhorrent thing Korog had ever seen, and he immediately turned tail and fled. Sinbreena, too, hastily retreated, but then began summoning goblins into the fray. Biff, however, roared and leapt forward over the barrier into battle, hacking and chopping even as the thing’s loathsome tentacles snapped around his limbs. Murdock let arrow after arrow fly, most bouncing off the thing’s rubbery skin, as Tailyana flew overhead launching magical salvos to little effect. Tosh hunkered down, praying furiously for Petraeus’s influence to mess with the being’s composition. Eventually, Korog rallied and came charging back with a flurry of blows; Sinbreena, too, charged; Taliyana slew lesser monsters emerging from the muck; Biff hacked off tentacles trying to violate him; Murdock kept “firing” arrows; Tosh grew to Doublin’ stature in size and in confidence, and dove headlong into the Feyr’s mouth to drain its very life force from within as everyone else just kept assailing it from without! Finally its spirit was overcome and it deflated, its negativity fading in the indomitable light of the party’s courage and fellowship. The toxic sludge gurgled as it receded back down into the pit.
Now having some legitimacy as the Saviors of the City, the party cleaned up and went back to the protests outside of the capitol building to treat with the Council. Just in time, too, as Drizzimmy was once again attempting to incite the crowd to violence, and Vladius would have been only too happy to have the Guard respond in kind. Taliyana quickly tazed him unconscious.
Vladius then escorted the party, along with Chomski and a few of the rabble, into a closed-door meeting with the Council. After some heated negotiations, they agreed to some modest concessions for the workers and a seat for Chomski on the Council to represent them. They also rewarded the party for averting a toxic waste disaster, by granting them a mansion estate on the upper level of the city, and lots of money. They took the money but donated the mansion to Chomski, to turn into a commune / union hall for the workers. Most of the party used the money to upgrade their equipment, and Tosh planted a seed-church among the newly nomadic Hin tribe while Sinbreena donated the Hedge Wizard’s magic seeds to to the new nomadic Hin (and traded her Sickle of the Harvest for a Ring of Sustenance.)
In the ensuing days, Murdock and Gortas mingled with the undercity’s rogueish elements. They found employment, filling several vacancies in the Theives’ Guild resulting from the riots and political upheaval. Ironblood found people listening to what he had to say in the drinkholes and slophouses of the Shantytown, and soon he had a following calling him guru. He decided to stay and minister to his diverse humanoid flock.