Many roll with me in hand or otherwise. I can decide fate with a flick of the wrist. I care not who rolls with me, for as long as I am not weighed I am fare to all sides. What am I?

Three: Pitch to a pit, downtrodden to tire Three more: Simply said, modest kin to acquire Intended recipient, lives under fire

I raise my owner's standards, whatever they may be. When people face me they oft salute, but it's never quite for me.

I have a point but cannot stab, A circle’s base is all I have. I rise to meet the sky alone, What solid shape am I, full-grown?

I am your friend in the nightly hour, to scare away the dark is my power. I shield you from nightmarish foe and when you get up, I also prevent you stubbing your toe.