It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Fjord, a half-orc warlock . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  Having learned all that they can about you's odd incident, the party embarks on their second day of travel.
DM: That's more because these walls are not the most sturdy. There you go. Stands up to you. This one is going to step forward into the way. This one is going to join in there. Those three now in visual range. These two are both going to take shots at Jester. This one's going to take a shot at Fjord. Two longbows aiming in your direction. That's a 20 and a natural one. The second one misses. You suffer eight points of piercing damage as the arrow sinks right into your torso, right in the stomach area, and pierces through. You catch it with your hand, but it's still a few inches into your actual midsection. Then there's the one over here that turned around and sees you now engaging with the current pack leader.
Player: But I'm a gnoll! Ah!
DM: That's a 15.
Player: I'm just confused, that hits.
DM: That's going to be six points of piercing damage. This one now slams into the side of your knee, and hits the meaty part, so thankfully it's not locked in the bone or any of the joint, but it hits you in the side and you buckle to that side from the pain.
Player: Understood.
DM: This guy over here is going to leap down and begin helping push the cart. With that, the cart pushes another full 40 feet and is currently off of the board. Let me mark it over here.
