Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKREJ58T66YQNHMBERYSJWK

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" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, the castle’s most seasoned knight, stepped out from the shadow of the stables, his polished armor catching the waning light. He tipped his helm in a courteous bow, his voice warm yet commanding. “Welcome, squire Frederick. The road has been long; let us get you settled before nightfall. Follow me, and I’ll show you the armory and the training grounds.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> A figure emerged from the doorway of the stables, his cloak rustling against the stone floor. It was Sir Roland, a knight whose reputation for both bravery and kindness preceded him. He approached Frederick with a steady gait, extending a gloved hand. “Good evening, lad,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “You’ve arrived at a fine time. Come, let us walk the courtyard and I’ll introduce you to the masters of arms.” </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> The clatter of hooves faded as Sir Roland, the castle’s venerable knight, appeared beside the stable doors, his armor gleaming like the sea at dawn. He gave Frederick a measured nod, his voice a low rumble that carried the weight of many battles. “Frederick, welcome to the Order. There is much to learn, and the night is young. Follow me; we’ll begin your training with a tour of the barracks and a lesson in swordcraft.” </nc-section>

Evaluation details

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%