WHAT AM I RIDDLES

I'm one of five, I'm not alive. The one who sent me forth became king, The one who received me died.

What am I?

When I'm used, I'm useless, once offered, soon rejected. In desperation oft expressed, the intended not protected.

What am I?

Many-manned scud-thumper, Maker of worn wood, Shrub-ruster, Sky-mocker, Rave! Portly pusher, Wind-slave.

What am I?

Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not

I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start, and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?

You can use me to stop,

You take me to smoke;

Not only do I stop, But I am a stop,

And the result of pool's first stroke.

What am I?

I can come in a can,

I can come as a punch,

I can come as a win,

You can eat me for lunch.

What am I?

What can be heard and caught but never seen?