It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, K'Varn falls, but is immediately brought back to undeath by the Horn of Orcus. A ray from his eyestalk turns Kima to stone.
DM: Okay. You hold on, you get down. The spikes, now that you are up close, you can see, are about five and a half feet in length.
Player: Yes.
DM: At the base, about that wide. And pretty nasty, jagged, covered in whatever rust, soot, ash found its way there.
Player: Tetanus, yeah.
DM: It's nasty times. It's going to be a little careful to get in there without hurting yourself.
Player: All right.
DM: Go ahead and make just a straight dexterity check.
Player: That's a 25.
DM: 25. You manage to, Mission Impossible-style, swing underneath, grab the rope. You manage to keep yourself at a lithe, side angle where you reach between two of the jagged spikes. Reach down and grab this metal pole that was shining. Pull it out and it's an intricate gold and bronze javelin.
