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
Version 1 (red): As I dismounted Thunder at the stables, a burly man with a grey beard approached me. "You must be the new squire, eh? Frederick, was it?" He extended a calloused hand in greeting. I clasped his forearm firmly. "Aye, that's right. It's an honor, Sir Roland. I look forward to learning from you." The grizzled knight chuckled. "Aye, well, the real learning is in the training yard and on the battlefield, lad. But you'll get your chance soon enough." He nodded to Thunder. "Best get him settled in and cleaned up before supper." Version 2 (green): As I led Thunder into the stables, I spotted Sir Roland brushing down his destrier. The battle-worn knight straightened up as I approached, eyeing my dusty appearance with amusement. "Aye, that's the way of it," he said in response to my introduction. "Welcome to Ravenscar Keep. I trust your journey here was not too arduous?" His eyes twinkled. "Nothing my stamina couldn't handle, Sir Knight," I replied with a grin. "I'm eager to begin my duties and training." Sir Roland nodded approvingly. "You'll find plenty of both in the days ahead, Frederick. But first, let's get your steed settled and you cleaned up for the evening meal. We'll talk more then." Version 3 (blue): I slid off Thunder's back by the stables and patted his flank fondly. As I did, a tall, muscular figure emerged from the shadowy interior - Sir Roland, the veteran knight of Ravenscar. His dark eyes appraised me with a knowing glint. "Aye, and what have we here? A new face at the castle?" He drawled, his voice rough with age and experience. "I'll wager you're the fresh-faced lad Lord Ravenwood spoke of. What's your name, boy?" "Frederick, sir. Just arrived to serve as squire," I replied crisply, meeting his penetrating stare head-on. "I'm looking forward to the opportunity to learn the knightly arts." Sir Roland snorted and turned to lead his destrier out into the yard. "Opportunity's what you'll have in spades here, boy. Opportunity to work hard, train hard, and maybe live to tell the tales someday. We'll see what mettle you

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
Fail Match red prose section
/<nc-section data-title="[^"]*" data-color="red">[^<]+<\/nc-section>/
n/a
0.0000%