The Black Temple

From the introduction: The sound of metal against metal, again, as if pulled from the forges where they were made, purposed now toward killing instead of creation, but the din the same. The fray, a whirling melee of gore and mud and the last glinting of sharp edges—a small band, surrounded now by the Ophirean army, dog-brothers heaped around them like human anthills. The dead are thick, and one could walk one from one end of the grim field to the other using only islands of corpses without stepping in the pink-stained snow. User summary: This scenario was provided as a free download for backers of a Kickstarter campaign.