Run 2026-02-16-01KHM5JTG6YPGWYS491F3KHGKR

Run Details

Model:: DeepSeek V3.1
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 13.7s
Cost:: $0.000543
Provider:: AtlasCloud

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

Here are three alternate versions continuing the story:

<nc-section data-title="The Veteran's Greeting" data-color="red">
The gravel crunched loudly under Thunder's hooves as we slowed to a walk inside the bailey. A figure emerged from the shadows of the stable, his silhouette broad and imposing. Sir Roland stood with arms crossed, his weathered face as unyielding as the castle stone. A long, pale scar ran from his temple to his jaw, a map of past battles. "You're late, boy," he grunted, his voice a low rumble. "The sun waits for no squire, and neither do I. Tend to your beast. Then find me in the yard. Your soft hands have a fortnight to learn the feel of steel."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="An Unexpected Welcome" data-color="green">
I had just slid from Thunder's back, my legs stiff from the long ride, when a cheerful voice called out. "Ho there! You must be Frederick!" Sir Roland strode towards me, a warm smile visible beneath his helm. He clapped a heavy, gauntleted hand on my shoulder, nearly buckling my knees. "We've been expecting you. Let's get this fine fellow settled," he said, taking Thunder's reins with a gentle expertise. "The oats here are the best in the realm. A good meal for him, and then one for you. A squire fights on a full stomach, I always say."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="A Quiet Assessment" data-color="blue">
The castle courtyard was a whirl of noise and motion, but near the stables, a pocket of calm prevailed. Sir Roland leaned against a wooden post, simply observing my arrival. He didn't speak as I dismounted, his keen blue eyes missing no detail—from the way I handled the reins to the respectful pat I gave Thunder's sweating neck. After a long moment, he nodded, almost to himself. "The horse is well-kept. That is a start," he said, his voice quiet but carrying clearly. "Water him slowly. I will be at the armory when you are finished. We begin with the proper care of a sword. It is an extension of your arm, not just a tool."
</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%

Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5JTG6YPGWYS491F3KHGKR

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