Run 2026-02-08-01KGZ093QMRT1C2EYP8BX2AYVB

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2026-02-08-01KGZ093QMRT1C2EYP8BX2AYVB

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 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="Chapter 2: Sir Roland's Welcome - Version 1" data-color="red">
As I dismounted from Thunder, a gruff voice called out from the shadows of the stables. "You must be the new squire." Sir Roland emerged, his weathered face scarred from countless battles, his armor gleaming despite the fading light. He was broader than I expected, with a grip like iron when he clasped my shoulder. "I am Sir Roland, master of arms for this castle. We have much work to do if you're to survive what's coming." His eyes held a darkness I didn't yet understand—a knowledge of horrors yet to unfold. "Come. The dragons won't wait for a well-rested boy."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: Sir Roland's Welcome - Version 2" data-color="green">
A jovial laugh echoed from the stables as a tall, kind-faced knight stepped forward to greet me. "Welcome, Frederick! I am Sir Roland, and I've been expecting you." He took Thunder's reins with practiced ease, his movements fluid and graceful. "What a fine steed you have here. Come, let me show you around before the evening meal. The castle can seem overwhelming at first, but you'll find it becomes home soon enough." He gestured warmly toward the castle keep. "The other squires are eager to meet you. We train hard here, but we also celebrate our victories together."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Chapter 2: Sir Roland's Welcome - Version 3" data-color="blue">
Sir Roland emerged from the stables with measured steps, his silver-streaked beard catching the last rays of sunlight. He studied me carefully, as if appraising my worth with a single glance. "Frederick," he said, his voice measured and thoughtful. "I knew your father once. He was a good man, though his path did not lead to knighthood." He paused, handing me a small token—a dragon scale, black as obsidian. "This castle holds secrets, boy. Some are meant to stay buried. But if you're to train here, you must understand: we guard more than just these walls. We guard the last hope of this realm." He turned back toward the stables. "Rest tonight. Tomorrow, your real education begins."
</nc-section> 

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Result	Evaluator	Details	Meta Data
Pass	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
100.0000%

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