Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBKHJF4QRF8SAY5WES9RRDW

Run Details

Model:: Qwen 3.5 122B
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 12.5s
Cost:: $0.005344
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 Greeting" data-color="red">
Frederick slid from Thunder’s saddle, his boots hitting the cobblestones with a heavy thud. Before he could secure the reins, a shadow fell over him. Sir Roland stood there, his armor scuffed from the day’s patrol, eyes sharp as flint. “You’re late, boy,” Roland said, his voice like grinding stone. He didn’t offer a hand, only a nod toward the open maw of the stables. “Thunder is a good mount, but a squire is judged by the horse he keeps, not the one he rides. Lead him in. The training begins before you even draw your sword.”
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Whispers of the Stable" data-color="green">
The scent of dried hay and warm horseflesh welcomed Frederick as he led Thunder toward the stables. The evening light filtered through the wooden slats, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. A figure emerged from the shadows—a man with a kind face and calloused hands. Sir Roland smiled, the sternness of the castle gates melting away. “Welcome home, Frederick,” he said softly, reaching out to pat Thunder’s neck. “A knight is only as strong as his bond with his steed. I see you’ve already earned the trust of a fine beast.”
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="The Weight of the Oath" data-color="blue">
Frederick approached the stables, the weight of the castle’s history pressing upon him. Sir Roland awaited him, standing beneath a banner depicting a dragon in flight. The knight’s gaze was distant, looking past Frederick to the horizon. “The road to knighthood is long, and the shadow of the Last Dragon still lingers over these halls,” Roland murmured. He stepped forward, placing a gauntleted hand on Frederick’s shoulder. “You are here to learn more than swordplay. You are here to remember. Come, let us speak of the old oaths.”
</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