A cozy-but-grim creature RPG · Wishlist now
Briarheart
Cute critters, killer mechs, a world to call home.
Command a burrow of brave little animal pilots in chitin power-suits, holding the line against beautiful, terrible bugs in a world at war.
The war is endless. The kettle is always on.
A god of hunger and a champion in a god-mech wage endless war above the clouds. Their wreckage falls — hunger-shards birth the bugs, champion-shards forge the animals' suits. In burrows dug deep, brave little pilots hold the line. Forever.
The world was quiet once. Animals tended their forests and warrens — until something they grew woke something old and hungry in the sky. The God of Hunger turned its gaze on the world, and from its body poured the bugs: beautiful, terrible, endless.
A champion rose to meet it — a great Stag who forged a god-mech the size of a city and climbed into the clouds. They have never stopped fighting. Where a shard of the Hunger falls, a hive sprouts. Where a shard of the god-mech falls, the animals quarry it into war-suits of their own. Your job is simple, and it never ends: dig in, light the kettle, and hold the line.
“You came back. I knew you would.”
The Bond Hall · Living AI companions
They'll remember every battle you survive together
Every pilot is a real character with a voice of their own, brought to life by state-of-the-art conversational AI. Step into the Bond Hall between Hunts and actually talk to them — no scripted menus, no canned lines. Just your team, opening up.
Conversations that are truly theirs
Their words are grounded in what really happened under your command — the grub-swarm Juniper cleared at 3 a.m., the raid that nearly broke Bram. They lived it on your watch, and they'll bring it up.
Command that feels like leading people
The more you talk, the more of them you meet: buried backstory, new sides of a personality, abilities that only trust unlocks. It stops feeling like managing units and starts feeling like leading a family that would follow you anywhere.
Bonds that deepen over time
From first hello to unshakeable trust, one honest conversation at a time. The pilots remember where you left off — and so will you.
And grow close enough… some bonds turn warmer. The watch runs late, and what passes between two souls who've survived a war together is yours alone to discover.
A home worth defending
The war is unwinnable and the kettle is always on. Here's what you'll do between the fighting.
Command a burrow
A hand-warm workshop dug deep on the front line. Muster your pilots, grow their suits, and keep the kettle on while the war rages above.
Recruit little heroes
Fox, badger, otter, heron and more — named characters with their own voices. Win them over with their favorite food, then never want to bench them.
Forge living war-suits
Grown, not built — from fallen god-metal and bug-chitin. Seventy percent cute, thirty percent killer, with a pilot's head poking proudly out the top.
Complete the bestiary
Every bug is gorgeous in the wrong direction. Hunt them, catalogue them, and chase the rare shiny variants that make collectors weak in the knees.
Play your own way
Your pilots patrol while you sleep, so you wake to a burrow full of loot. Or drop in for a few real-time minutes when you want the thrill yourself.
One war, played your way
Check in for thirty seconds or dig in for an hour. Briarheart meets you where you are.
Patrol
While you're away, your pilots range across the region and haul the spoils home. Open the app to a full burrow — and the overnight haul is where new catches and shinies light up.
Hunt
Want your hands on it? Drop into a Hunt — a tense, three-minute run for the richest loot in the game. Push your luck, chain your wins, walk away grinning.
Raid
Once a day, rally your guild and march on a Brood-Empress — a named, monstrous apex bug — for the rarest trophies the war has to give.
Push out into wilder country
Begin in Central City, the safest place left. Then venture out — where the bugs grow stranger, lovelier, and far more deadly, each region with its own bestiary and a Brood-Empress waiting at the bottom.
Central City
The safe heart of a broken world — where every pilot trains and every commander cuts their teeth.
The Bramblewood
An overgrown forest where vine-bugs coil in the canopy and the danger strikes from range.
Hollow Roots
Tunnels beneath the world, where the brood nests deepest and the dark grows teeth.
Meet the line
Pilots you'll cherish, suits you'll forge, and the bugs you'll catalogue — 70% cute, 30% face-ripping.
The Pilots
The Suits
The Bestiary
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