The main port of the Border Isle's is a bustling place. Smaller ships dart to and fro staying out of the way of larger ocean going vessels and the massive logging ships. A few sleek military patrol ships bristling with weapons maintain a presence just at the horizon. The Raidiant Sun can use a special mooring for ships on the business of the church, but the Crestdancer will need to find a commercial berth.
Instead of a familiar face, Radoon spies a familiar leg. The usual spiraled peg leg is said to be Narwal horn, but Radoon always figured it was just a well scrimshawed bit of ivory or tusk. It could only be Peg Leg Pelicanous. A scurvy sea dog of a woman, now of considerable age. She is sipping a liquor and dicing with a pair of halfling sailors at a corner table. Though she must be seventy, her hair remains as black as midnight. She is fingering one of the pistols at her belt and eyeing one of her companions suspiciously as he rakes in another pot.

(Dungeons & Dragons)
Rulebook featuring "high magic" options, including a host of new spells.