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, Upon gaining consciousness, Grog drowns his sorrows in the familiar comforts of ale and whores. As Vox Machina are taking breakfast the next morning, they hear a horn blast signaling an attack on the city.
DM: It's okay, it's a surprise round. Do you want to do anything with your self-placement or Trinket-wise?
Player: Yeah, I want to climb a tree that I'm next to.
DM: Okay. Using your movement. Go ahead and make, we'll say an athletics check to climb the tree.
Player: What was that, athletics or acrobatics?
DM: Athletics.
Player: Why?
DM: Because there's no branches nearby, you have to--
Player: Six! I'm going to stay on the ground.
DM: You slide back to the trunk, turn around and grab your bow and prepare yourself. Trinket, anything?
