Nyah - in all honesty I don't do dungeons much at all, reversed or otherwise. And something like that... no thank you. Remember - they had a total of fifteen to eighteen hours of play.
Plus, I want the PCs to be heroes, not monsters, not villains, but the guys in the white hats (and I don't mean stormtroopers!).*
I chose the scenarios that I ran pretty much because I like them, and had not run them in a very long time. (The opening of my steampunk espionage game is another that I am likely to run again.)
The first group had A Tree Grows in Aidentaugh, where heresy and witchcraft are a major theme. And three of the adventurer's were themselves witches.
Day the First:
The opening is fairly standard, on the road, goblin attack, message on the goblins ordering an ambush, but lacking details. Certainly the goblins were not prepared for thirteen hardy adventurers. The fight was brutal but short, and the lack of dedicated healers really made itself felt. All the witches were at half hit points or less, the wizards were pin cushions, and the rogue, bard, paladin, fighter, and rangers were pretty much undamaged. Twenty some odd goblins were dead by the end, while the rest fled. (Thirty two goblins, including an adept and some leveled ranger types.)
The purpose of that battle was three fold - familiarize folks with the rules, especially any changes between 3.X and Pathfinder; damage the party so that holing up in town for a while seems like a good idea; and that note. That note is actually a break point - if the team had mentioned the note later on it would have prevented a major plot point from happening - but they assumed that the party was the group that was supposed to get ambushed, and that someone was out to get them.
When they got into town a man was about to be hanged for the crime of witchcraft - when he started pleading his defense he was gagged, and the noose dropped over his neck, the hooded hangman taking up the lack in the rope, and preparing to hoist him up the gallows tree. (Yeah, the old, slow form of hanging. Had they not managed to delay the hanging they would have seen the hangman jump up and grab the convict, dropping his full weight on the man's neck, breaking it. Oddly enough, this was mercy on the part of the hangman.)
They managed to stall the hanging, the paladin using his association with the church to make legal points. (I have to admit that the guy playing the paladin was one of the best I have seen - his paladin even took ranks in Knowledge [Law]. High Int, Cha, and Wis, middling Str and Con, and clumsy as a goat in boots.)
The Baron came into town in time to completely put a stop to the hanging, and to remove the right to high justice from the local priest. His eldest son called the PCs aside and paid their stay at the inn, buying them all rounds. For some reason the team decided that he was trying to pump them for information, and neglected to tell him about the note they had found on the goblins. Even after he made a writ for a bounty on the slain monsters.
He also let them know that the baron had avoided coming to the town for three years following a drought. Had he shown up the town would have been required to pay him all the back taxes, so he had waited until a good harvest before paying a call. He would have put it off another year, but the town had had eight hangings in as many months, with the Church claiming the lands of those hanged for the crimes of witchcraft, sorcery, and heresy. The priest had been installed in his position for less than a year, and was from the monastery where his younger brother was an initiate.
The next morning the baron and his troupe headed off to the next village on their route, to collect taxes and dispense justice.
Because the team did not tell them about the note the baron, his son, and all his men were ambushed by goblins at nightfall. All were killed....
The Other scenario is titled The Return, and involves wreckers, a corrupt church, and the vengeful dead.
The group was replying to a notice that was on the board in a fairly distant town, heading for the lovely seaside town of Raven's Reef, at the mouth of the River Sevren. En route they were also attacked, but managed to drive the bandits off with little difficulty. (Unlike the other group they had plenty of healers - four clerics.) The only purposes in this case was to get the team some loot and, again, familiarize them with the combat system.
The weather turned very nasty for them on the road as they neared the area that they hoped was near the town. Lightning, thunder, hail in the early storm, and turning to freezing rain as the storm freshened. They could see a light in the distance, possibly the town, when they heard the unmistakable sound of a ship breaking upon the reefs below.
In the distance a loud bell began ringing, and ahead they could see and hear combat and murder, as a group of armed men attacked the sailors on the doomed ship. They made their way to a narrow trail that crept down the cliff. Narrow, and icy.
The mules balked, refusing the uncertain footing, and the team left the mules lightly hobbled as they crept slowly down the path. It was a good thing that they had roped themselves together, because about half of the required Climb tests were failed. (Three tests each, fortunately the failures weren't clumped too badly.) The team managed to forget about the mules until I reminded them at the next day's game.
The PCs piled in, too late to save most of the sailors, but preventing the looting of the ship. As the ringing of the bell faded so too did the light that they had taken for the town die out.... They managed not to kill two of the wreckers too badly (negative hit points, but stabilized), so they camped as best they could in the lee of a bend in the cliff.
In the darkness and the storm something managed to creep into their camp and slit the throats of the two prisoners. Something that paralyzed the guards that the team had set on the prisoners, but took the time to drag cover over them against the now departing storm. It could have killed them, but left them alive, able to see and hear, but not move. Then that something climbed up the icy cliff like a spider, carrying the corpse of one of the prisoners over its shoulder, climbing with only one arm and its bare feet, leaving the camp unguarded until morning....
The Auld Grump
* I did run a semi-pseudo-sorta goblin game for Birthright, once upon a time. They were infesting a paladin's lands, and running around trying to be the good guys. A running joke was that the paladin regent's portrait in his hall had him face palming.... They may have been bad at being good, but they really were trying, and the paladin definitely found them so. 
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I am kind of torn, part of me wants to play a paladin, part of me wants to default to my standard choice of wizard, and part of me wants to do a Detective bard. Aside from Prestige Classes multiclassing in Pathfinder is not all that appealing.