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?
Riddle:
I grow on trees, I make some people wheeze. I can be brown or black, I can be used as a snack. Some animals bite me, some animals hide me. They save me for Winter deep in the ground, the start to dig down down down. For humans I have a very good taste, sometimes they throw out a part in the waste! What am I?