The result of nearly six hundred years of war, a no man's land which kills as much as nine in ten living beings, from ants and grass to men and horses. Centuries of war, thousands of craters and millions of dud munitions deform a soil contaminated by the neftulian miasma, lead fragments, piles of rust which once were cannons, corpse-choked bogs which were once trenches, countless rats and their diseases. No source of water is clean, neither is the land appropriate for building or farming. The zone corresponds to the coastal borders of Technogestalt, going as much as thirty kilometers inland. Only the neftulian undead and the geisthane should be able to survive here.
However, the red zone is inhabited by the Fängern, groups of scrappers unafilliated to Neftul or Technogestalt. It is unknown if they are humans or some otherwise extinct scarnostian race. Changed by the constant exposition to fel and the toxic miasma, the rags they call clothes hide a hairless, ashen and spotted skin. The leftovers of war are their means of survival, abandoned bunkers are their nests. They are obsessed in collecting all kinds of of potentially useful objecta: broken cogs. bones, musical instruments, rusty barbed wire, relics of old places and times, swords, scroll fragments, all stored and hidden. Technogeist calculates that this behavior is as much a survival trait as a reaction to the destruction and death, reasons possibly distorted by sick bodies and minds. It also suspects that some attacks in the outer borders of technogestalt aren't done by Neftul, but by groups of fängern which survive in the vast western wastelands; Geisthane squadrons are sent to eliminate every found nest, with orders to destroy any possible magical objects the fängern may have found.
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