Run: 2026-02-17-01KHMPFDZF2TPG9MDVXP4CT2CN

Run Details

Model:: Llama 3.1 Nemotron 70B
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 28.2s
Cost:: $0.002930
Provider:: DeepInfra

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

As they stepped across the threshold, the warm amber sky of Dymas enveloped them, a stark contrast to the dull grey of London they'd left behind. Aurora's eyes, bright blue and inquisitive, darted between the sprawling vineyards and orchards, the air thick with the scent of ripening fruit and baking bread. She felt the weight of the Heartstone Pendant, a gentle pulse against her chest, reminding her of the mysterious benefactor who had set her on this path.

 Beside her, Nyx's form shifted, their living shadow silhouette stretching and morphing as they absorbed the sights and sounds. Their faintly glowing violet eyes seemed to drink in the very essence of the place. "Fascinating," their whispery voice carried on the breeze, "the resonance here is... rich." 

Isolde, silver hair cascading down her back like a river of moonlight, walked ahead, her pale lavender eyes fixed on some unseen point. She left no footprints in the soft earth, a subtle reminder of her Half-Fae nature. "The feasts of Dymas are legendary," she said, her voice weaving a spell of intrigue, "but we must not be swayed. Our purpose is to find Prince Belphegor, not to indulge in the excesses of this realm."

As they ventured deeper, the sounds of sizzling meats and lively chatter grew louder. They approached a grand, ornate pavilion, its walls adorned with glittering silks and lanterns that cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the ground. The group's unease was palpable; the opulence of Dymas was both captivating and intimidating.

Aurora's hand instinctively went to the dagger at her belt, the Fae-Forged Blade's cold temperature a comforting presence. She had yet to fully grasp its power, but Isolde's gift had come with an unspoken promise of protection. 

Upon entering the pavilion, they were immediately engulfed by the frenzy of a culinary competition. Chefs, their faces set in fierce concentration, expertly juggled skewers of meat and vegetables over open flames. The aromas were overwhelming, and for a moment, the group simply stood, taking it all in.

Nyx, ever the enigma, glided towards a nearby table, their shadow form allowing them to weave between the bustling crowd with ease. They lifted a delicate, gemstone-encrusted spoon, bringing it to their nose to inhale the fragrance of a steaming dish. "Sublime," they whispered, before turning to the others, "We must be cautious, however. Such refinement often masks sharper truths."

Isolde's gaze swept the room, her eyes lingering on a figure at the far end of the pavilion. "Prince Belphegor," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the din. "Let us proceed with... restraint." She moved forward, her ethereal beauty drawing more than a few admiring glances from the helbound souls and mortal chefs alike.

Aurora, with Nyx by her side, followed Isolde, the Heartstone Pendant pulsing slightly faster as they approached the Prince. The air seemed to thicken, anticipation hanging heavy as they prepared to face the ruler of Dymas, a realm notorious for its excesses and hidden dangers.

As they reached the Prince's table, a figure rose from his seat, his appearance a masterful blend of refined elegance and underlying menace. "Welcome, travelers," Prince Belphegor's voice was as smooth as the silk draping the pavilion, "to the feast of Dymas. I trust you've come hungry... for more than just our culinary delights." His eyes, like dark, polished onyx, seemed to bore into each of them, as if sizing up potential adversaries, or perhaps, the next Course in his grand feast of indulgence.

The group's collective breath hitched, the only sound in a moment of heavy silence, before Isolde's melodic voice broke the spell, "Indeed, Prince Belphegor. We've heard tales of your... hospitality." Her words were laced with a subtle caution, a reminder that in Dymas, as in all of Hel, nothing came without a price, and the currency was often more than just gold or silver.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

0.0000%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags

adverbTagCount

adverbTags

0	"she murmured, her voice barely audible over the din [barely]"
1	"Prince Belphegor's voice was as smooth as the silk draping the pavilion, His eyes, like dark, polished onyx, seemed to bore into each of them, as if sizing up potential adversaries, or perhaps, the next Course in his grand feast of indulgence [perhaps]"
2	"The group's collective breath hitched, the only sound in a moment of heavy silence, before Isolde's melodic voice broke the spell, Her words were laced with a subtle caution, a reminder that in Dymas, as in all of Hel, nothing came without a price, and the currency was often more than just gold or silver. [only often more just]"

69.0881%

AI-ism adverb frequency

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

wordCount

647

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"slightly"
count	1

adverb	"very"
count	1

highlights

0	"slightly"
1	"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

647

totalAiIsms

found

word	"palpable"
count	1

word	"ethereal"
count	1

word	"enigma"
count	1

word	"resonance"
count	1

word	"glided"
count	1

word	"cascading"
count	1

word	"silk"
count	1

word	"unspoken"
count	1

word	"stark"
count	1

word	"anticipation"
count	1

word	"weight"
count	1

word	"kaleidoscope"
count	1

highlights

0	"palpable"
1	"ethereal"
2	"enigma"
3	"resonance"
4	"glided"
5	"cascading"
6	"silk"
7	"unspoken"
8	"stark"
9	"anticipation"
10	"weight"
11	"kaleidoscope"

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	28
matches	(empty)

100.0000%

Filter word density

Target: ≤12% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

(empty)

hedgeMatches

0	"seemed to"

100.0000%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤10% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	28
matches	(empty)

27.5682%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

58.55

std

14.43

0.246

sampleLengths

0	78
1	47
2	75
3	51
4	37
5	48
6	60
7	55
8	45
9	84
10	64

100.0000%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤5% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"were laced"

100.0000%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤10% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount

totalVerbs

matches

0	"were overwhelming"

94.0000%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

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

wordCount

566

adjectiveStacks

stackExamples

0	"delicate, gemstone-encrusted spoon,"

adverbCount

adverbRatio

0.030035335689045935

lyAdverbCount

lyAdverbRatio

0.0176678445229682

100.0000%

Repeated phrase echo

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

totalSentences	28
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.0000%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

std

12.22

0.531

sampleLengths

0	26
1	25
2	27
3	19
4	15
5	13
6	23
7	15
8	37
9	14
10	23
11	14
12	18
13	19
14	15
15	17
16	16
17	22
18	19
19	19
20	18
21	11
22	26
23	19
24	26
25	23
26	61
27	64

95.2381%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	0
diversityRatio	0.5714285714285714
totalSentences	28
uniqueOpeners	16

0.0000%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤30% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"their whispery voice carried on the breeze (carry on)"
1	"she said, her voice weaving a spell of intrigue (say, weave)"
2	"they whispered, before turning to the others (whisper, turn)"
3	"she murmured, her voice barely audible over the din (murmur)"
4	"Prince Belphegor's voice was as smooth as the silk draping the pavilion, His eyes, like dark, polished onyx, seemed to bore into each of them, as if sizing up potential adversaries, or perhaps, the next Course in his grand feast of indulgence (be draping polish seem bear size up)"
5	"The group's collective breath hitched, the only sound in a moment of heavy silence, before Isolde's melodic voice broke the spell, Her words were laced with a subtle caution, a reminder that in Dymas, as in all of Hel, nothing came without a price, and the currency was often more than just gold or silver. (hitch, break lace come be often more)"

75.6408%