Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBETWAJ8CZFC0SDZ30JHZEN

Run Details

Model:: Qwen 3.5 Flash
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 13.0s
Cost:: $0.000757
Provider:: Alibaba

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 Iron Hand" data-color="red">
Sir Roland emerged from the shadow of the great wooden doors, the scent of hot steel and hay clinging to his cloak. He didn't smile as Frederick dismounted; instead, his eyes scrutinized the boy with the cold calculation of a hawk spotting a field mouse. "You are late," Roland said, his voice low and grating against the silence of the courtyard. He took Thunder's reins without asking, his gauntleted grip firm. "The castle demands precision, boy. Not poetry. Not hope. Precision."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: Welcome to the Hearth" data-color="green">
The stable lanterns flickered with a soft, emerald glow as Sir Roland stepped forward from the darkness. He wore less armor than Frederick expected, his chainmail shirt replaced by a simple tunic of woven wool. A warm smile cracked his weathered face. "Thunder is a fine beast," Roland commended, patting the horse's flanks. "And you, young squire, look as though you've ridden twice the distance to get here." He tossed a bundle of fresh feed toward the stall. "Forget the castle for now. Feed the horse, wash the man. Tomorrow is long."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Chapter 1: The Twilight Guard" data-color="blue">
As the sky turned a deep, bruised violet, Sir Roland materialized from the corridor between the stables. His armor was polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting the last light of the dying sun. "Sir Frederick," he stated, offering a hand that felt colder than the evening air. "Your training begins not in the ring, but in the shadows of the library." He gestured toward the looming keep. "The kingdom expects a knight. The dragon remembers a fool. Choose wisely which path you walk this night."
</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