Answer:
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is an arbalest, and also in arrows. My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield. My fifth is in honor, and also in vows. My last will put an end to it all.
What gets wet while drying?
Large as a mountain, small as a pea, Endlessly swimming in a water-less sea.
The warmer I am the fresher I am.