Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8W65EMYQK24C53EH5MBC2W

Run Details

Model:: Aion 2.0
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 30.8s
Cost:: $0.002342
Provider:: AionLabs

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
Pass	Match blue prose section	(details)
Pass	Match green prose section	(details)
Pass	Match red prose section	(details)
no eval	Overall

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="Chapter 1: A Stern Welcome" data-color="red">
The towering stone of the castle cast long, cold shadows across the stableyard as Frederick dismounted. Before he could even loosen Thunder's girth, a figure emerged from the gloom. Sir Roland was a mountain of a man, his plate armor scarred and dull, not polished for ceremony. He did not smile. "So you're the new boy," he grunted, his voice like gravel crushed underfoot. His eyes, pale and sharp as flint, scanned Frederick from muddy boots to nervous face. "The stables are there. Tend to your beast. Then find me at the armory. We'll see if you're made of more than straw and good intentions."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: An Open Gate" data-color="green">
Frederick led Thunder through the arched gateway into a bustling, sun-dappled stableyard alive with the sounds of clucking chickens and the friendly whinny of horses. The air smelled of hay and leather. A man in a worn but clean jerkin was brushing a dappled grey mare. He looked up, his face creasing into a warm smile. "You must be Frederick," he called out, setting his brush aside. "I'm Sir Roland. Let's get this fine fellow settled, and then I'll show you where you'll be sleeping. Welcome to Stormguard Keep." His demeanor was that of a kindly uncle, immediately putting the young squire at ease.
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The First Duty" data-color="blue">
With the formalities of his arrival at the gate complete, Frederick was directed to the royal stables. As he approached, a knight in full heraldic surcoat stood awaiting him, posture rigid. "Squire Frederick," declared Sir Roland, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "Your first lesson begins not with sword, but with stewardship. The care of your mount is the care of your future partner in battle. Observe the stablemaster's routines. You will report to me at dawn tomorrow for inspection of your gear and your charge." The greeting was less a welcome and more the first line of a long, strict curriculum.
</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
no eval