Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBFVC849TR1WTPMMH5EK919

Run Details

Model:: Qwen 3.5 122B
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 13.7s
Cost:: $0.005824
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="The Iron Welcome" data-color="red">
Frederick pulled Thunder to a halt, the reins creaking in his grip. The stables were a dark silhouette against the dying light. A man stepped from the shadows, his armor catching the last rays of the sun like spilled blood. Sir Roland. He didn't smile. He walked with the heavy tread of a man who had seen too many battles. "You're late," Roland said, his voice gravelly. Frederick swallowed hard. "The roads were long, my lord." Roland nodded once, a sharp motion. "Time is long for no one. Come. Your training begins before the moon rises."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Hay and Honor" data-color="green">
The scent of fresh straw and warm leather guided Frederick to the stables. Thunder whinnied softly, sensing the safety of the barn. There, amidst the hanging lanterns, stood Sir Roland. He was wiping sweat from his brow, his armor removed for the evening. He looked up, his face kind beneath the grime of travel. "Ah, the new squire," Roland said, offering a hand to help Frederick down. "I am Roland. Welcome to the keep. Don't worry about the horse; the grooms will see to him. You look like you could use a meal."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Shadows of the Stable" data-color="blue">
Frederick dismounted, his legs stiff from the journey. The stable yard was quiet, save for the rustle of leaves in the cooling air. Sir Roland stood waiting by the entrance, a tall figure cloaked in blue velvet over chainmail. He did not move as Frederick approached, his eyes reflecting the cold light of the first stars. "Frederick of the Lowlands," Roland stated, not asking. "The dragon's shadow grows longer. Your service here is not merely to polish boots, boy. It is to survive." Frederick felt a chill that had nothing to do with the evening breeze.
</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