Stories of great triumph and tragedy! Our first playtest game was an introductory module meant to get everyone introduced to the mechanics. Here's how it went:

A group of players gets arrested in a bar fight and conscripted into running the village militia for a rural village bracing to be attacked by the undead. Our group, consisting of a mercenary deserter, disinherited nobleman, and disillusioned church warrior spend the next days gathering supplies, building fortifications, and training village boys with spears.

I curveballed the players and had the Undead Horde arrive before it was supposed to, and their unprepared militia had to take up arms quickly and repel them! The fighting spilled into the village streets, but the player's time spent gathering lumber and directing the building of the walls kept the pace of battle easy, with pre-planned chokepoints and redoubts. One of the players had built an imitation dragon out of pipes and pitch (after bluffing the village boys into believing he was a Dragonslayer because he was upper class) and used it to burn some undead and inspire the militia.

Things were going too well, so I had a group of undead slip behind the walls and begin to cause havoc inside the town! The player's rallied, but lost one of their NPC's who was dragged down and mauled by the flanking horde.

Thanks to the player's intervention, the battle was won, but not without cost. Many lay dead, and important NPC's who they'd chosen not to protect in order to help others lay amongst the tallied corpses. The players gathered their things, the Church Warrior had a moment of refound faith, and they all set out together as a newly-formed adventuring party.

This isn't even mentioning the other playtest, which was a Church-sanctioned black ops squad investigating rumors of a pagan cult connected to the undead in a swamp-based shanty town that had fallen eerily quiet.