Riddle: When you are me, then we'll begin, Riddle is me here for you, Answer is me and will not change, What you read is part of me, Carved in stone, Wrapped in metal, I say more than any other, Six four squares with thirty two pieces, More than a game, A God am I, Out for dinner, Or just for tea, Once was liquid, now its me, Canines that hunt are named for me, Traps without me will not get sprung, There at the start of fires and freedom, With Apollo, at end of day.
What am I?
Riddle: Colder, higher values
Always in a hundred
But in the herd, just one
With two in fourty four
Could it be twenty one
Or maybe ninety two?
Who are I?
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: Doubly positive but some view me negatively,
Always silent and yet still some get answers from me,
Bilingual at least, I will use the language you know,
Was just a game, even if some believe I'm more though,
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: Life's better when given away,
Life's over when I do not play,
Though buried in earth, I am home,
When I'm inconstant, you may roam.
What am I?