Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBG4AZM5MNH6YFBQKHXTYJR

Run Details

Model:: Qwen 3.5 27B
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 30.5s
Cost:: $0.006230
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 dismounted, his legs trembling slightly as he stepped onto the hard-packed earth. The scent of wet hay and warm horse flesh filled the air. Before he could secure Thunder’s bridle, a figure emerged from the gloom of the stable archway. Sir Roland stood tall, his plate armor gleaming faintly in the dying light. He did not smile. "So," Roland’s voice was like grinding stones, "you are the boy sent to serve. Do not expect mercy, squire. The Dragon waits for no one."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="The Path of the Squire" data-color="green">
Frederick patted Thunder’s neck, grateful for the beast’s steady breathing. As he moved toward the stalls, a hand rested gently on his shoulder. He turned to find Sir Roland, his helm tucked under one arm, revealing a face weathered by sun and wind. "Welcome to the keep, Frederick," the knight said, his eyes crinkling with a hint of warmth. "The stables are where we learn patience. Tomorrow, we begin your journey. The land is vast, but you are not alone."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Shadows at Dusk" data-color="blue">
The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the courtyard in a cool, indigo twilight. Frederick worked quietly, trying to make himself small in the face of the looming castle. A shadow detached itself from the stable wall. Sir Roland stood there, his armor silent, almost ghostly in the dimness. "Frederick," he whispered, the name barely audible over the wind. "You have come far. The dragons of old are gone, but their shadow remains. Rest now. Tomorrow, we face the truth."
</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