Answer:
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
I have a neck and no head two arms but no hands. I go with you to school I go with you to work.
I am lighter than air but a hundred people cannot lift me. Careful! I am fragile!
I am taken from a mine and shut in a wooden case from which I am never released. Yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?
I am the noise Santa's reindeers make
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?