Welcome to Vaesen, a brand-new game for the Guild of Inept Adventurers! Set in 19th-century Scandinavia, this Swedish folk horror adventure follows three strangers brought together by a shared dream, a mysterious gift known as the Second Sight, and what can only be described as some truly questionable accents.

Meeting at an inn in Uppsala, Otto Nystrom, Torun Matses and Selma Nilsdotter are approached by Linnea Elfklint, whose fiancé was brutally murdered inside Castle Gyllencruetz. Several other investigators have since ventured inside, never to return. Naturally, our intrepid trio agree to investigate.

Arriving at the castle, they discover strange green lights drifting through its corridors, mysterious voices, supernatural fog and a terrifying presence known as the Shining Fiend. But not everything is quite as it seems. There's a frightened child with a cudgel, a dead man clutching a key, a dozen spectral lights and an awful lot of holy water being thrown around.

As the investigation unfolds, the party discover an occult temple hidden beneath the castle, where a peculiar little gentleman in a top hat is brewing something rather sinister. With the castle's deed stolen and the creature determined to stop them, the investigators must race to return it to its rightful owner before they're lured into a watery grave.

Can they defeat the Shining Fiend, save the day and claim a castle of their own? And just who is the mysterious butler who turns up at the end?

All this, plus dodgy Swedish accents and enough ABBA references to make you say Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

The Mortimer family’s secrets are finally beginning to unravel, and the trio find themselves increasingly convinced that something deeply sinister is happening at the vicarage. As dinner approaches, Nancy, Melissa and Blake search the house and discover disturbed linen, a hidden staircase and a chamber pot that raises rather more questions than it answers.

Dinner proves even more suspicious. Blake attempts to avoid the meat by accidentally depositing the entire stew on the floor, only to discover a fingernail lurking amongst it. Then Eleanor attempts to drug Nancy’s wine.

With the Squire unconscious and the evening taking a decidedly sinister turn, the trio are invited upstairs. Blake discreetly prepares for the worst by concealing a shotgun in his trousers, because apparently this is what passes for respectable Regency behaviour.

Things quickly descend into chaos. Flintlock pistols are drawn, Beamish gets his throat cut, Blake is shot, Melissa is pistol-whipped and Nancy accidentally shoots her own maid. Then something monstrous emerges from the attic.

Charlotte.

Or what remains of her.

The Reverend’s beloved late wife has returned as a terrifying ghoul, and she has a particular interest in who has been eating meat. As the trio desperately flee the burning vicarage, Charlotte tears Henry apart before turning her attention back towards them.

They escape into the night, leaving the house ablaze behind them.

But as the flames consume the attic, the creature screams a single word:

Azathoth.

And with that, the trio flee back towards London, hopefully with their lives, sanity and careers in society intact.

The trio have a plan. Nancy wants answers about the terrifying vision that changed her life, Melissa is determined to stand by her side, and Blake is increasingly concerned that his new residence may be less stately home and more murderous death trap.

Then, during the night, Henry Mortimer wakes the household with screams, crying out to his dead wife Charlotte and demanding to know why she continues to haunt him.

And Melissa sees something in the graveyard.

A figure standing in the moonlight.

Then it’s gone.

As the day begins, the trio investigate the Mortimers’ home and discover some curious clues. A receipt for a coach journey to Portsmouth. Notes concerning herbology. And plans for a dinner that evening with Dr Beamish and Charlotte’s uncle, Squire Goodman.

Naturally, Nancy needs a new gown.

Because if you’re going to investigate a potentially supernatural conspiracy, you might as well look fabulous doing it.

But their investigation soon takes a much darker turn.

At the village church, something is horribly wrong. The hymns have been changed to songs celebrating Easter and resurrection, despite it being nowhere near Easter. And beneath the church, the trio discover something far worse.

Bodies. Dismembered bodies.

Outside Charlotte’s grave, they find another disturbing clue — cloven hoof prints in the earth.

Whatever is happening around the Mortimers, it is becoming increasingly difficult to explain away.

The Reverend has secrets.

His dead wife may not be staying dead.

And Nancy’s terrifying vision might be closer to reality than she ever imagined.

The trio have finally uncovered the truth.

Unfortunately, it’s really bloody weird.