17th-32nd of Fall, 512AV
Seventy nine corpses. One unconscious pigeon. A deadline of... Thirty days from now, give or take? Judging by his first creation, he was able to animate a corpse an hour, roughly. He had twenty four hours in each day. If at all possible, he would like to have three hundred pigeons by the thirtieth. If he worked twenty hours each day, traveled for two, and searched for more pigeons for another two, he should be finished in fifteen days.
It would, of course, go faster if he enlisted help, but Ignotus didn't trust anyone but himself with the creation of his pigeons. For one thing, he couldn't control what directives they put in, and he disliked the idea of someone sabotaging his horde.
With his first undead pigeon by his side, Ignotus transferred a second corpse to the circle, eyes still glowing blue, and began the process anew. First a Soulcore, then the triad of directives demanding obedience, violence, and preservation of master and fellows.
Next, a grasp of language sufficient enough to process orders, as well as the meanings of words that would allow him to force the flock to disperse, gather, stop, or move in a certain direction.
Finally, the muscle memory needed to hop, fly, peck and scratch, a few chimes of practice, and activation.
And then the next bird. And the next.
Soon Ignotus began to lose track of his own body as he immersed himself further into the flow of Djed between souls.
Obedience, attack, what not to peck.
The sun had begun to set.
Left, right, up, down, back, forth, disperse, gather, follow, stop.
He no longer felt the ground.
Beating wings, snapping beaks, scratching feet.
Nineteen undead watched Ignotus work through the night.
~*~*~
The eighteenth was not a very productive day.
~*~*~
Two bells were wasted carving out another circle. The Focus glyphs were looking a little better than usual. The Barriers and Guiding ones were still extremely hard to carve, though.
Straight to business. A twentieth pigeon was Animated in fifty nine chimes. Evidently repetition was shaving a little time off.
One hundred twenty chimes. Three hundred sixty chimes. Three more pigeons.
It had begun to rain.
Ignotus swore loudly as he severed his connection with the fading Animation circle, the corrupted pigeon flapping uselessly in a circle. A short burst of fire from the Nuit's palm put the ruined automaton out of its misery. Ignotus stalked off to somewhere dry with twenty four undead birds behind him. Ordering them to "Stop," he set out into the rain again, determined to make the most of his day.
He lured a smattering of fifteen pigeons to their deaths with the same Hypnotic humming that caught the first eighty. Another few bells wandering found him a few more kits, and at the end of the day, one hundred eighty six corpses were gathered.
~*~*~
20th of Fall, 512AV
Ignotus attempted to dry the ground out as best he could by transmuted Res he had driven just beneath the surface of the dirt into fire, but it wasn't particularly efficient work, or amazingly effective. Still, it was enough to carve on. It also helped that he no longer needed to travel.
The Animation circles and their complimenting glyphs were starting to become rote memory. They still took bells to complete, though.
After he had risen fifteen more pigeons, Ignotus decided to take a break. He had a headache, his fingers refused to move, and his legs had lost all feeling. It wouldn't do to go on today.
~*~*~
No excuses today. Two bells of wandering netted him twenty more birds, which were lulled to sleep and strangled with little trouble, two bells of work gave him his circles, and the rest of the day in its entirety went to Animation. Ignotus was starting to get a sizable swarm on his hands.
~*~*~
The Nuit came across another flock today. Sixty to be exact, as Ignotus found once they had been sung to sleep and gathered. Only thirty four more before he had all the birds he needed.
It was an excellent haul, but it snapped up another two bells bringing them in. Only eighteen pigeons animated. He had to do better.
~*~*~
A kit of fifty. Perfect. Thirty four he strangled. The rest he left to wake up.
Nineteen birds this time. An improvement, but still not enough.
~*~*~
No more venturing out to gather. A perfect twenty two pigeons animated.
The flock was starting to become unwieldy, but it was worth the cost in space.
~*~*~
Animating a pigeon had become practically instinctual, to the point that Ignotus managed twenty three in twenty two bells.
Seven days later, Ignotus had three hundred undead pigeons at his disposal.
Let them come at Sahova. Let them come, and let them taste winged death!
Just look at the crows in that one Resident Evil movie... That said, your award in experience has been based mainly on the fact that it didn't seem you ventured too far out of what Ignotus already knows as far as Animation is concerned (though this can be said for the rest, as well). He mainly repeated the same process over and over again without 
