Answer:
The 8 of us go forth and not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What am I?
Weight in my belly, trees on my back, nails in my ribs, feet I do lack. What am I?
I am the kind of a tree that is carried in your hand. What am I?
What goes up and down but does not move?
In many hall ways you would stand if not with me in hand.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.