It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vex Vex'ahlia, a half-elf ranger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, In the city below, they watch as a group of devas join battle against a group of gloomstalkers, and both are annihilated by a single swipe of the titan's arm. Grog, hanging off Vecna's side, pulls out Pelor's Divine Trammel and drives it into the closest wound—the first of their three trammels to be attached.
DM: You can move 50 feet on the broom, so you can get about here. You won't be able to get all the way over.
Player: Could I get here? Am I within range of Pike, then? 60 feet? I'm higher than I would be.
DM: You can try. You can coast to about here.
Player: Okay. I'm going to be about that height, but I want to be over the edge.
DM: Okay. That ends your turn, Vex?
Player: Yeah!
DM: All righty. Let's see here. He's going to spend two points to cast another spell.
