Run: 2026-02-25-01KJ95RDBZ7J84EA4VKZEKFK1A

Run Details

Model:: Gemini 3 Flash (Preview, Reasoning)
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 6.7s
Cost:: $0.002726
Provider:: Google AI Studio

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="Version 1: The Stern Welcome" data-color="red">
As I reined Thunder in near the mud-slicked entrance to the stables, a man as weathered as an old oak stepped from the shadows. Sir Roland didn't offer a hand or a smile; instead, he wiped grease from his palms onto a stained tunic. "You're late, boy," he growled, his voice like grinding stones. "The sun waits for no squire, and neither do I. Dismount, rub down your beast, and report to the armory. If you're looking for a warm bed and a soft word, you've come to the wrong fortress." I swallowed hard, the romantic visions of knighthood already beginning to fray at the edges.
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Mentor's Grace" data-color="green">
The fragrance of fresh hay and oiled leather greeted me as I approached the stable yard. Standing tall by the hitching post was Sir Roland, his silver hair catching the last amber rays of the sun. He stepped forward with a measured gait, a faint, encouraging smile touching his lips. "Young Frederick, I presume? Your father spoke highly of your spirit." He placed a firm, steady hand on Thunder’s neck, quieting the restless stallion. "Rest now, for tomorrow your true journey begins. This castle has stood for a thousand years, and with luck, you shall be the next pillar to support it."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3: Omen in the Shadows" data-color="blue">
The stables were uncharacteristically quiet as I pulled to a halt, the horses within restless and huffing at the deepening twilight. Sir Roland was there, draped in a heavy traveling cloak, staring not at me, but at the darkening horizon where the mountains touched the sky. "Do you feel it, Frederick?" he asked quietly, his eyes reflecting the first few stars. He finally turned to me, his gaze piercing and heavy with a weight I couldn't yet understand. "The wind carries the scent of old fire. You have come at a time of great shifts. Tend to your mount, then come find me. We have much to discuss before the moon sets."
</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