Run: 2026-02-17-01KHMMGZQK1RERXA98TNYMZ8CT

Run Details

Model:: WizardLM 2 8x22b
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 19.8s
Cost:: $0.002032
Provider:: Novita

Model input

System

You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue.

You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex.

Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.

User/Human

<codex>
<character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist">
  <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor>
  <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair>
  <height>5'6"</height>
  <age>25</age>
  <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar>
  <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description>
  <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card">
  <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor>
  <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height>
  <age>ageless</age>
  <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form>
  <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice>
  <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description>
  <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle">
  <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor>
  <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair>
  <height>5'5"</height>
  <age>300 years old</age>
  <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance>
  <speech>speaks in riddles</speech>
  <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints>
  <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion>
  <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description>
  <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory>
</character>

<location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony">
  <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler>
  <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor>
  <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description>
</location>

<location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)">
  <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation>
  <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones>
  <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior>
  <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora>
  <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description>
</location>

<item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas">
  <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor>
  <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial>
  <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size>
  <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior>
  <glow>faint inner glow</glow>
  <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description>
</item>

<item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts">
  <material>moonsilver</material>
  <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape>
  <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature>
  <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow>
  <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power>
  <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo>
  <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description>
</item>

<lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology">
  <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect>
  <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance>
  <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring>
  <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description>
</lore>
</codex>

Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition.

Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore.
Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

The trio stepped through the archway of gnarled oak standing stones, the air shimmering with a magic that tasted of wildflowers and ancient earth. Rory's heart pounded a rhythm of anticipation and trepidation, her bright blue eyes scanning the hidden grove that lay veiled within Richmond Park. The Veil's thinning had allowed them passage, and now they stood on the cusp of a realm untouched by human folly.

Nyx, the Shadow, glided forward, their violet eyes flickering with a spectral light that seemed to drink in the grove's ethereal beauty. Their humanoid silhouette, a dance of living shadow, shifted and swirled, as if the very air of the grove imbued them with a greater sense of solidity.

Isolde, the Seer, followed with a grace that belied her centuries. Her silver hair cascaded down her back like a river of moonlight, and her pale lavender eyes held a knowing glint as she surveyed the grove. She moved without a sound, her feet leaving no trace upon the soft, mossy ground.

Rory, with her shoulder-length black hair and the small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist, felt the weight of her own humanity in this place of ancient power. The Heartstone Pendant, warm against her skin, pulsed gently, its deep crimson hue glowing faintly, a silent beacon in this uncharted territory.

The grove was a symphony of life; wildflowers bloomed in a riot of colors, their petals shimmering with a subtle, otherworldly luminescence. The air was alive with the hum of bees and the chirping of unseen creatures, their songs a melody that resonated with the hidden heart of the world.

As they ventured deeper, the light dimmed, filtered through the dense canopy above. The trees here were ancient, their trunks wide and gnarled, whispering secrets to those who knew how to listen. Rory reached out, her fingers brushing the bark, feeling the pulse of age and wisdom coursing through the wood.

Nyx paused, their gaze fixed on a clear stream that cut a meandering path through the grove. The water sparkled with an inner light, and as they dipped a shadowy hand into the flow, it rippled and shifted, revealing glimpses of other places, other times. A shiver ran through Rory at the sight, a reminder that they trod upon hallowed ground, where the rules of reality were mere suggestions.

Isolde knelt by the stream, her eyes reflecting the myriad of images that danced upon the water's surface. "The grove remembers," she whispered in her riddling way, her voice carrying the weight of countless years. "It sees the threads of past and future, woven together in the tapestry of the now."

Rory's hand instinctively reached for the Fae-Forged Blade at her side, the moonsilver dagger a gift from Isolde. It was always cold to the touch, a stark contrast to the warmth of the Heartstone Pendant. As she held it aloft, the blade seemed to absorb the light around it, its edge sharp enough to sever the bonds of magic and mortality alike.

They continued onward, the grove unfolding before them in a labyrinth of wonder and unease. The air grew thick with the scent of earth and ancient magic, a heady perfume that filled Rory's senses, making her feel both grounded and untethered.

In the heart of the grove stood a grand oak, its branches stretching out like the arms of a benevolent giant. Beneath its boughs lay a circle of toadstools, their caps a vibrant array of reds, blues, and greens. Nyx approached the circle, their form becoming more corporeal with each step, as if the grove's power called to the remnants of their humanity.

Rory watched, her heart aching with a longing she could not place. She felt the pull of the grove, a yearning to explore its depths, to uncover its secrets and bask in its wonders. But with every step, she was reminded of her own mortality, the fleeting nature of her life compared to the ageless beings that accompanied her.

Isolde stepped into the circle of toadstools, her presence commanding yet serene. "Here lies the heart of the grove," she declared, her voice echoing with the power of prophecy. "A place where visions are clear and destinies are revealed."

As Rory joined her within the circle, a wave of dizziness washed over her. The world spun, and she found herself adrift in a sea of stars and shadows. She saw flashes of her past, the childhood accident that left the scar on her wrist, the oppressive shadow of her abusive ex, Evan, and the moment she fled Cardiff for the sanctuary of London.

But then, the visions shifted, showing her a path strewn with trials and tribulations, a journey that would lead her through realms of shadow and light. She saw herself standing against forces that sought to rend the Veil asunder, wielding the Fae-Forged Blade and the Heartstone Pendant as beacons of hope.

Rory's breath caught in her throat as the visions receded, leaving her trembling within the circle's embrace. Nyx and Isolde regarded her with a mixture of concern and understanding, their expressions etched with the knowledge of things to come.

"The grove has shown you a glimpse of your destiny," Isolde said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But remember, the future is a river with many currents. Your choices are the oars that steer your course."

With a deep breath, Rory nodded, accepting the weight of her fate with a quiet resolve. Together, the trio ventured forth from the grove, their bond forged in the fires of shared purpose and unspoken camaraderie.

As they stepped back through the archway of standing stones, the grove faded from view, swallowed by the mundane world that lay beyond the Veil. But its magic lingered within them, a spark of wonder that would light their way through the darkness to come.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

22.2222%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags

adverbTagCount

adverbTags

0	"Isolde said, her voice barely above a whisper [barely]"

69.3878%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <1% AI-ism adverbs (57 tracked)

wordCount

980

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"gently"
count	1

adverb	"barely above a whisper"
count	1

adverb	"very"
count	1

highlights

0	"gently"
1	"barely above a whisper"
2	"very"

100.0000%

AI-ism character names

Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

100.0000%

AI-ism location names

Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

0.0000%

AI-ism word frequency

Target: <1% AI-ism words (140 tracked)

wordCount

980

totalAiIsms

found

word	"ethereal"
count	1

word	"symphony"
count	1

word	"tapestry"
count	1

word	"beacon"
count	1

word	"sanctuary"
count	1

word	"resonated"
count	1

word	"glint"
count	1

word	"glided"
count	1

word	"oppressive"
count	1

word	"spectral"
count	1

word	"otherworldly"
count	1

word	"unspoken"
count	1

word	"stark"
count	1

word	"trepidation"
count	1

word	"anticipation"
count	1

word	"yearning"
count	1

word	"weight"
count	3

word	"dance"
count	1

word	"echoing"
count	1

word	"etched"
count	1

highlights

0	"ethereal"
1	"symphony"
2	"tapestry"
3	"beacon"
4	"sanctuary"
5	"resonated"
6	"glint"
7	"glided"
8	"oppressive"
9	"spectral"
10	"otherworldly"
11	"unspoken"
12	"stark"
13	"trepidation"
14	"anticipation"
15	"yearning"
16	"weight"
17	"dance"
18	"echoing"
19	"etched"

100.0000%

Cliche density

Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window

totalCliches	0
maxInWindow	0
found	(empty)
highlights	(empty)

100.0000%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells	0
narrationSentences	45
matches	(empty)

100.0000%

Filter word density

Target: ≤12% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

"feel"

hedgeMatches

0	"seemed to"

100.0000%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤10% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	48
matches	(empty)

13.6409%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

51.37

std

10.16

0.198

sampleLengths

0	68
1	49
2	52
3	50
4	50
5	51
6	69
7	51
8	62
9	41
10	63
11	59
12	39
13	64
14	51
15	39
16	37
17	36
18	45

100.0000%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤5% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"was reminded"

100.0000%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤10% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount	0
totalVerbs	131
matches	(empty)

94.0000%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount

915

adjectiveStacks

stackExamples

0	"small crescent-shaped scar"

adverbCount

adverbRatio

0.014207650273224045

lyAdverbCount

lyAdverbRatio

0.006557377049180328

100.0000%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	48
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

43.8108%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

20.33

std

5.28

0.26

sampleLengths

0	24
1	23
2	21
3	22
4	27
5	11
6	26
7	15
8	28
9	22
10	22
11	28
12	13
13	19
14	19
15	17
16	28
17	24
18	18
19	17
20	16
21	18
22	17
23	27
24	15
25	26
26	21
27	18
28	24
29	12
30	22
31	25
32	12
33	17
34	10
35	14
36	15
37	35
38	26
39	25
40	17
41	22
42	18
43	19
44	16
45	20
46	25
47	20

54.8611%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	2
diversityRatio	0.3541666666666667
totalSentences	48
uniqueOpeners	17

8.3333%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤30% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"she whispered in her riddling way, her voice carrying the weight of countless years (whisper riddle carry)"
1	"she declared, her voice echoing with the power of prophecy (declare, echo)"

70.9562%