Run 2026-02-16-01KHM5NXZPHS72A4JGSHQX4B5Q

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Model:: DeepSeek V3 (2025-03-24)
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 10.4s
Cost:: $0.000337
Provider:: ModelRun

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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="First Impressions" data-color="red">
As I dismounted Thunder, a towering figure emerged from the stables. Sir Roland's plate armor gleamed crimson in the fading light, his scarred face pinched in disapproval. "You're late, boy," he rasped, resting a gauntleted hand on his sword hilt. My throat went dry. This wasn't the mentor I'd imagined—this was a warrior forged in battle, and I'd already failed his first testtor automatically. 
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Kind Welcome" data-color="green">
An earthy chuckle echoed as a broad-shouldered man stepped from the stables, hay still clinging to his tunic. "Frederick, lad!" Sir Roland beamed, his green eyes crinkling at the corners. He clasped my shoulder with a calloused hand that smelled of horses and honest labor. "WeTxOaxo the stables whispering that the last dragon egg had been spotted west of here". His tone dropped conspiratorially. "But first, let's get Thunder brushed down proper—dragons can wait til morning."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Oracle's Warning" data-color="blue">
The stable doors creaked open, revealing Sir Roland's silhouette backlit by flickering torchlight. Instead of greeting me, the aged knight stared intentlyрактор the horizon where storm clouds gathered. "You arrive as the omens foretold," he murmured, his azure cloak rippling. Distant thunder rolled as hBoomerooke me toward the keep. "Come quickly—the Dreaming Oracle saw your face in the storm. The last dragon stirs."
</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: 2026-02-16-01KHM5NXZPHS72A4JGSHQX4B5Q

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