Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8X908CMAVP565ED8BEHMR1

Run Details

Model:: Aion 2.0
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 18.9s
Cost:: $0.001483
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: The Greeting" data-color="red">
Thunder's hooves clattered on the cobblestones as I reined him in before the stable entrance. The air was thick with the scent of dung and sweat. A broad-shouldered man in a worn leather jerkin stepped from the shadows, his face etched with scars and his eyes like chips of flint. "Frederick," he said, his voice a gravelly rumble that held no warmth. "I am Sir Roland. Dismount. Your soft life ends here."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Greeting" data-color="green">
I slid from Thunder's back, my boots sinking into the soft hay-strewn earth of the stable yard. A man with a kind face and sun-creased eyes approached, his movements calm and deliberate. "Welcome, Frederick," he said, his voice as warm as the evening sun on the stone walls. "I am Sir Roland. Let's get your steed settled. There's fresh oats and cool water inside."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Greeting" data-color="blue">
The twilight cast the stable yard in shades of deep indigo and grey. A tall, solemn figure emerged from the open stable doors, his armor gleaming dully in the fading light. He offered a precise, shallow bow. "Squire Frederick. I am Sir Roland of the North Watch. Your arrival is noted. The Marshal expects you at first bell." His tone was as cool and distant as the first evening star.
</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