I met one of the most interesting necromancers by the name of Azelius Black.
5th Day of Wilst, 1423 P.D.
Those miserable fools who call themselves "scholars" scoffed at my research into the ancient arts of necromancy once again. They squandered their tenures writing incessantly about the mundane existences of characters in forgotten tales while spurning the pursuit of true immortality through reanimation of the dead. No matter, this only strengthens my resolve to unearth secrets long buried.
22nd Day of Talin, 1424 P.D.
At last, a breakthrough! After painstaking study of the ancient necrotomes, I have discovered the key to weaving a corporeal existence from the threads of myth. I shall begin with a simple rhyme, recited over the ashes of burnt storybooks, and breathe life into a new physical form. The first of countless homunculi to transcend the shackles of the written word and achieve true immortality under my mastery!
Unsurprisingly, he's your typical evildoer (albeit a rather amusing one), but he does have quite a compelling plan...
8th Day of Rithe, 1424 P.D.
It worked! From the charred remnants of a children's tale, the figure of the wicked Wolf now stalks my sanctum, growling and pawing at the iron bars I have erected to contain him. A lupine form of muscle and savagery, compelled to obey my will. Soon I shall release him upon those academics who belittled my occult work and slaked their arrogance on the blood of passed-over promotion prospects.
Yet this is only the beginning. If I can manifest fairy tales into mordant form, who is to say what other realms of literature may unlock their characters through my sheer force of will? The world of fanciful fictions shall be breached, unleashing heroes and villains, sorcerers and beasts upon the unsuspecting populace, all serving at my command.
Bringing fictional characters to life through necromantic acts? Inspiring. I hope his fairy-tale army serves him well.