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 >Check anything on top of the castle
 There is no sign of Jack up here.  Must be somewhere in the castle.
 
 --checking frog idol
 >Examine idol
 It bears an inscription: "Our Glorious Speaker".
 His head was lopped clean off, with some sort of sharp, sword-like object.  Someone around here sure must hate frogs.  You wonder who it could be?
 
 (It was probably Jack.)
 
 --Bookcases on left side of room, from right to left
 --first bookcase
 "Advanced Frog Breeding for Beginners: Difficulty Level - EXTREME
 
 For Idiots!"
 
 --second bookcase
 "A Foot Soldier's Guide to Combat"
 
 Most of the diagrams in this book involve a soldier advancing by a single tile, either straight ahead, or diagonally when lungin with a weapon.
 
 No wonder these guys are so easy to kill.
 
 --third bookcase
 This is a book on theoretical physics, and complex spatial geometries based on the hypothetical addition of orbs to the queen's ring.
 
 The shapes in the diagrams are very complex.  This sort of nonsense is regarded as crackpottery at best.  Why would the queen ever wear more than four orbs?  Four towers, four orbs, four heroes; this is a sacred truth.
 
 --fourth bookcase
 "Journey to the Center of the Battlefield"
 
 Looks to be a fairytale for youngsters.  The hero is a dashing young man in a blue hood.  He heals the planet from within, but can do nothing to stop its annihilation from above, nor its soon to follow eradication from reality.
 
 It must be sad growing up in a culture whose mythology is centered almost completely around futility.
 
 --fifth bookcase
 You find an ancient unlabeled tomb, and read an excerpt.
 
 "Though we adore him, we shall never enjoy His beauteous Croak.  We spill our blood on acres of black and white so they may cross the yellow yard.  At last in Skaia's reflection through broken glass He may find the pond in which He's meant to squat.
 
 --chest beneath the bookcases (Bro's shades)
 You got A TROPHY.
 
 --checking statue head on staircase
 >Examine frog head
 The stairs are blocked.
 
 You suppose you could easily remove the obstacle, but that would spoil a perfectly good opportunity to look for secret passages.
 
 --chest on right side of room (Mom's scarf)
 You got A TROPHY!
 
 --pawn next to chest
 >Talk to soldier.
 Prospitian: ...
 
 He is too frightened to speak!
 He seems to be indicating that the only reason he survived this massacre was by hiding behind this pillar.  Thank goodness for pillars.
 
 --Bookshelves on right side of room (left to right)
 --first bookcase
 "Her hands are in my service but they still shake.  They unfasten the first button at my royal gown's waist, clumsily."
 
 This...
 
 This is erotic fanfiction written about the queen in the first person.  This doesn't belong in this library.
 
 This doesn't belong anywhere.
 
 --second bookcase
 More books.  You really have better things to do than to read a lot of books written by chess guys.
 
 --third bookcase
 books books books
 
 --fourth bookcase
 "Data Structures for Assholes 2: Now Written to Accomodate the Shortcomings of the Mentally Retarded"
 
 --fifth bookcase
 "Grimoir for Summoning the Zoologically Dubious"
 
 This is apparently on loan from the Dersite library.  It seems unlikely to be returned at this point.
 
 --seventh bookcase
 You think you know what you might find on this shelf.  Just a hunch...
 
 Yep.  More books.
 
 --eight bookcase
 "Rise of the Slayer"
 
 A horror story meant to scare children.
 
 Writers of Prospitian fiction tend to write what they see in clouds.  Hence their fables tend to be events which simply haven't happened yet, or happened in another realm.  They like to use the word fiction so that kids don't get TOO scared.
 
 --ninth bookcase
 "Problem Sooth"
 
 You have been meaning to read this one.  Absolutely required reading for any promising young seer who has blundered into entanglement with the occult through an abusrd sequence of events.
 
 --chest (Dad's hat)
 You got A TROPHY!
 
 ----Pawn hiding room
 --left chest
 You got a FLAMING METEOR CHUNK!
 This isn't even treasure.  How is this treasure?
 
 --right chest
 You got the BANNER OF THE VILLEIN!
 You suddenly feel inspired.  In a generally rebellious, united sort of way.
 
 ---Pawns (clockwise, starting with black pawn above flag chest)
 
 --first pawn
 Dersite:...
 
 He seems to be relieved that he and a handful of fellow soldiers have found a secret hideaway to escape the bloody rampage.  Maybe if they regroup, and marshal all their remaining forces, they can TAKE this guy!
 
 (Yeah right!)
 
 --second pawn
 Prospitian:...
 
 She is all aflutter about a legendary hero.  Some guy who was weary of war, apparently.  A simple farmer, handsome and brave.
 
 You think you are beginning to fall in love with him too.
 
 --third pawn
 Dersite: ...
 
 She is apparently swooning over a hero of lore shared by the two kingdoms.  A great man who united opposing sides against his tyrannical king.  The revolt ended in tragedy of course, which is typical of their folktales.  But it is no less inspiring.
 
 --fourth pawn
 Prospitian: ...
 
 She looks scared and confused.  There is nothing left to do but hide.
 
 --fifth pawn
 Dersite: ...
 
 This fellow is mourning the dead.  He has probably lost many friends today.
 
 --sixth pawn
 Prospitian: ...
 
 First he was frightened when you barged in here, and then briefly excited, and now disappointed.  He must have thought you were the great dark kingdom's defector, come to save them.  Alas, it was only a spooky girl with magic wands.
 
 ----next hallway
 ---bookshelves
 --left bookshelf
 It is a holy parchment.
 
 Maimed Clown.  Undead Cat.  Impaled Crow.  Omnipotent Dog.
 
 These four shall be held in reverence for the eternity they serve to cut short.
 
 --rest of the books
 You're sick of reading.  Gotta find Jack.
 
 --first transportalizer
 something's blocking it from other side
 
 --dead chess monster
 >Examine slain beast.
 You have never seen anything so sad in your entire life.  A beautiful muscular man-stallion, struck down in his prime.
 
 WHAT MONSTER COULD BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS DEED?
 
 (Hint: it was Jack Noir.)
 
 --finding John
 John: hi rose!  wow, i did not expect to find you here!
 
 Rose: Nyurb gu'ilg.
 
 John: heh... what?
 John: also, why are you all gray like that?  you look weird.
 
 Rose: G'hroog fib'th mur brup brup.
 
 John: uh...
 
 Rose: G'HROOG FIB'TH MUR BRUP BRUP!
 
 John: rose, i can't understand a word you are saying.  it is a lot of sillyspeak and gobbledygook.
 
 Rose: Haughauuhthr'l...
 
 John: wait, i know what's going on here.  it finally happened!  you have gone grimdark!!!
 John: i told you rose.  i warned you about... what did you call them?  the broodfester throes?
 
 Rose: ...
 
 John: it's ok rose, don't worry. we will find a cure for your stubborn throes.
 John: but i'm still trying to find our parents!  i thought my dad might have come to this castle to check out that huge black rain cloud.
 John: did you see the cloud, rose?  it's pretty awesome.
 
 Rose: Fnlth gohluyng j'rg hothaht!
 
 John: what?  you sound kind o upset.  what is it, rose?
 
 Rose: Jgngn, fnlth gohluyng j'rg HOTHAHT!
 
 John: wait, are you talking about our parents?
 John: oh man... you mean, they're here?!
 
 Rose: Shgvg throl.  Goors fn'nnyuld hothahty'j otot!
 
 John: are you saying they are in trouble??
 John: oh no!  rose, we have to go help them!
 
 Rose: MMPH PHLTMMPHMPHMF RRMPHPMRPH.
 
 John: yes, i am frustrated too.  but there is no time for such lamentations!
 John: do you think you can find them again?
 
 Rose: Shruggot.
 
 John: great!  i can't wait to see my dad.  it feels like it's been forever since i saw him.
 John: please lead the way, rose!
 
 --golden statue of monarchs
 They make such a cute couple.
 The king and queen are pretty nice too. Heheheh.
 
 --entering door behind statue
 This is where John came from.  No use backtracking now.  Got to take him to see mom and dad.
 
 --in hiding room
 John: Oh no!  What happened here?
 
 Rose: Yyjyrn yulk frobithh.
 
 John: was it jack?  are you saying it was jack, rose?
 
 Rose: FRU'FRNUHUH JGOG HHGN.
 
 John: what's that, rose?  are you getting aggravated that i am talking to you kind of like you are a dog?
 
 Rose...
 
 John: that is a really nice pillow, by the way.
 John: it goes well with your weird dark skin and gothy ensemble.
 
 Rose: Knryip.
 
 John: you're welcome!
 
 --frog statue room
 --examine tapestries
 Ripped to shreds.  All but one, for some reason.
 
 WHO COULD HAVE POSSIBLY it was Jack stupid.
 
 ----Last/first room
 John: by the way, did you know that karkat thinks we are supposed to get married?
 
 Rose: Gorthytch svulk borbly'ahth?
 
 John: wait! i hope that didn't come off as a proposal or anything!
 John: sorry, i'm just making conversation.
 John: i guess i am a little nervous...
 John: because technically, this is the first time we have ever met, and also, you are talking like an eldritch monster, so i'm kind of babbling.
 John: we don't actually have to get married, though.  i mean, not if you don't want to.
 
 Rose: ...
 
 John: heheh.  ok, i'll shut up now.