Uh, guys? We might have a problem. Hank, didn't you say this was, "some old warehouse"? It's not! [cue clouds parting to reveal the new Avengers headquarters] YOU SON OF A BITCH!
— Scott Lang/Ant-Man, Ant-Man
The College looks as though it has been abandoned for years. The whole place is mantled in an eerie silence, and even those explorers brave enough to shout have found that their voices sounded muffled, and seemed to be swallowed up by the building. Small shrines to Morr, in his role as God of death, stand against many walls in most rooms, and this unnerves visitors more than anything else. The longer people stay within the College, the greater their feeling of dread becomes, until finally they leave, usually at a run.
A few tell a different story. After wandering for a while, they turned a corner to be confronted by a Magister dressed in purple robes and bearing a scythe. The few who tell this story all started their training with the Brethren the very next day and are all now Amethyst Magisters themselves.
—Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay: Realms Of Magic (2nd ed)