All men must face death at some point in their lives. Most face it when their bodies rot, locking them in fleshy coffins of withered skin and brittle bone. I faced it on the battlefield, in 1915. I remember quite clearly the bullet striking my head, the sudden flash of red light. I died, my life snuffed out in an instant.
This scenario typically is distributed as a ZIP archive containing three RTF documents:
22-page scenario for "Round 1: The Ill-Made Knight"
13-page scenario for "Round 2: On the Threshold of Chapel Perilous"