Riddle:
Our armour may be stolen, But still a thousand blades cause us no fear, One or many, it's all the same, Before our number, you will fall. What are we?
Riddle:
Where man is, there I am
I'm natural, man makes me
I'm a shield, a weapon
I enchain to release
A stable foundation
Though ever-evolving
My body is quite vast
Though I'm not physical
I have many branches
I'm not a tree or plant
No guesses, you know me now
No mercy, if you are wrong
What am I?
Riddle:
I have legs, but won't walk
A mouth that will not talk
Woodland home, lost to me
Stabled now, in nursery
Made to move, but must stay
You won't hear me say nay.
What am I?
Riddle:
I stand before you and you think I'm small,
Let me sit down and I will be more tall,
I bear weapons but these you might not see,
When you're blind, secrets are still shown to me,
I walk by myself, wildest of the wild,
Better to make me sing, instead of smile. What am I?
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