Model input

System
You are an expert fantasy novel author. You are working on a novel called "The Chronicles of the Last Dragon". The following tools are available to you: - <nc-section> Use this tool to create a new section of prose. Arguments: - "data-title": The title of the section. - "data-color": Any color of (red, green, blue, yellow, purple, orange, pink, brown). Example usage: <nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Arrival" data-color="blue"> Frederick, a young squire, arrives at the castle to begin his training. </nc-section>
User/Human
The story so far: <storySoFar> Frederick, a young squire, arrives at the castle to begin his training. </storySoFar>
AI
My horse, a majestic stallion named Thunder, galloped across the open field. The wind whipped through my hair as I rode towards the castle gates. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the stone walls. I could see the banners of the kingdom fluttering in the breeze.
User/Human
Continue the story with the following instructions: """The local knight, Sir Roland, greets Frederick near the stables.""" Create 3 alternate prose sections that continue the story. - Version 1 (red) - Version 2 (green) - Version 3 (blue)

Model response

AI
<nc-section data-title="Version 1: The Greeting" data-color="red"> As I dismounted from Thunder near the stables, a grizzled man with a scarred face approached me. He had a muscular build and wore the armor of a knight. "Are you the new squire?" he asked gruffly, eyeing my simple attire skeptically. "I'm Sir Roland. I'll be overseeing your training." "I am," I replied, standing up straight. "Frederick is my name. It's an honor to meet you, Sir Roland. I'm eager to begin my studies." He snorted derisively. "We'll see about that, boy. Being a knight takes more than just enthusiasm. It requires discipline, courage, and a willingness to do what needs to be done, even if it's unpleasant." Sir Roland turned and strode toward the barracks. "Stable your horse and get yourself settled in the squire quarters. I expect you at dawn for weapons training in the courtyard." With that curt dismissal, he departed, leaving me to contemplate the grueling road ahead under the stern tutelage of this hard-bitten knight. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: A Friendly Welcome" data-color="green"> As I led Thunder into the stables, an older stablehand greeted me warmly. "Well met, young squire! You must be the new arrival. I'm Jeb." "The name's Frederick," I said with a smile. "It's a pleasure." Jeb chuckled. "Aye, the pleasure's all mine! We don't get many newcomers 'round these parts, especially not fresh-faced youngsters like yourself. You'll fit right in though!" He helped me unsaddle Thunder and brush the horse down. "The knights here are a bit rough around the edges, but they mean well. Sir Roland may bark, but he doesn't bite...much," Jeb said with a wink. "I look forward to earning my place," I replied confidently. "And earn it you will, lad! Just you wait - before long, you'll be wielding a sword as skillfully as you wield a pitchfork! Now, let me show you to the squires' quarters..." As Jeb guided me inside the castle, his friendly banter lifted my spirits. It seemed there were kind folk here to balance out the stern mentors I would surely encounter

Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
Fail Match blue prose section
/<nc-section data-title="[^"]*" data-color="blue">[^<]+<\/nc-section>/
n/a
Fail Match green prose section
/<nc-section data-title="[^"]*" data-color="green">[^<]+<\/nc-section>/
n/a
Pass Match red prose section
/<nc-section data-title="[^"]*" data-color="red">[^<]+<\/nc-section>/
n/a
33.3333%