Run: 2026-02-08-01KGYXMY5BNTK0JXAP2K222EK2

Run Details

Model:: Gemini 3 Flash (Preview)
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 6.3s
Cost:: $0.001463
Provider:: Google AI Studio

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
Fail	Match blue prose section	(details)
Pass	Match green prose section	(details)
Pass	Match red prose section	(details)
no eval	Overall

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>

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

<nc-section data-title="The Stern Welcome" data-color="red">
As I dismounted, the heavy scent of hay and horsehide filled the air. A man clad in worn leather and polished steel stepped from the shadows of the stable eaves. Sir Roland didn't smile; his face was a map of scars earned in the dragon wars. "You're late, boy," he barked, his voice like grinding stones. "Thunder looks winded, and a squire who exhausts his mount before the sun sets is a squire who walks to his death. Strip the gear and rub him down. Your training begins when the horse is tended, and not a moment sooner."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="A Mentor's Grin" data-color="green">
I was still patting Thunder’s neck when a boisterous laugh echoed off the stone walls. Sir Roland leaned against a stable post, tossing an apple in the air before catching it with a practiced snap. "So, the pride of the valley has finally arrived!" the knight shouted, stepping forward to clasp my shoulder with a gauntleted hand. "You have your father’s eyes, Frederick, but let's hope you have more sense in a saddle. Come, leave the beast to the stablehands for tonight. We have much to discuss before the dragons wake."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="The Silent Observer" data-color="blue">
The rhythm of the castle was a dull roar of activity, but the stables remained a pocket of cool quiet. Sir Roland was already there, meticulously checking the shoes of a massive warhorse. He didn't look up as I approached, yet he acknowledged my presence with a sharp nod. "The road was clear, I trust?" he asked quietly, finally turning to reveal a gaze that seemed to weigh my very soul. "The Last Dragon is restless, Frederick. The time for childhood is over. Bind your horse and follow me; the King is waiting for news from the border."
</nc-section

Evaluation details

Result	Evaluator	Details	Meta Data
Fail	Match blue prose section	/<nc-section data-title="[^"]*" data-color="blue">[^<]+<\/nc-section>/	n/a
Pass	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
no eval