Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKRTX82GZJ784CM69X417FM

Run Details

Model:: Stealth: Aurora Alpha
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 1.0s

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="Version 1: Sir Roland's Greeting" data-color="red">
Sir Roland, the castle’s seasoned knight, stepped out of the stone archway that led to the stables, his polished armor catching the last amber rays of the setting sun. He tipped his helm in a courteous salute, his voice warm yet commanding as he said, “Welcome, squire Frederick. The horses are restless, and the day’s training awaits. Let us speak of your first duties and the path that lies ahead.”
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2: Sir Roland's Greeting" data-color="green">
The rustle of hay and the soft snorts of the stable horses were interrupted by the arrival of Sir Roland, his cloak fluttering like a banner of emerald. He approached Frederick with a steady stride, his gauntlet‑clad hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “Good afternoon, lad,” he called, a faint smile breaking the stern line of his mouth. “The stables are ready, and the masters of the order wish to see what you can do. Follow me, and we shall begin your apprenticeship.”
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3: Sir Roland's Greeting" data-color="blue">
A gentle clatter of armor echoed through the courtyard as Sir Roland emerged from the shadows of the stables, his eyes gleaming with a mix of experience and curiosity. He bowed slightly, his voice resonant and calm. “Frederick, welcome to the heart of the castle’s training grounds. The steeds await your guidance, and the day’s drills are set. Let us walk together and speak of the honor and duty that bind us all.”
</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%