Run: 2026-03-03-01KJV0JMTFNQ4CZ7S4D994EX4Y

Run Details

Model:: Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite (Preview)
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 2.5s
Cost:: $0.000699
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 Mentor" data-color="red">
As I dismounted, the heavy thud of plate armor announced Sir Roland’s presence. He emerged from the shadows of the stables, his face a map of scars and hardened resolve. "You’re late, boy," he growled, not bothering with pleasantries. He took the reins from my trembling hands, his gaze piercing through me like the tip of a spear. "The dragons don't wait for excuses, and neither do I. If you want to survive, you'll learn to move faster than your shadow."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Weary Veteran" data-color="green">
Sir Roland leaned against the timber frame of the stall, whittling a piece of oak with a rusted dagger. He looked me up and down, a faint, melancholic smile touching his lips. "So, another hopeful soul come to fight the fire-breathers," he murmured, his voice raspy like dry leaves. He gestured toward a stall, his expression softening with a touch of pity. "Welcome to the front lines, Frederick. I only hope you have more sense than the last three who arrived here."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Call to Duty" data-color="blue">
"Step lively, squire!" Sir Roland’s voice rang out, clear and commanding, cutting through the evening air as I stepped off Thunder’s back. He marched toward me, his pauldrons catching the final rays of the sun. He didn't offer a hand, only a nod that carried the weight of expectation. "The skies are restless tonight, and the hearth fire is dying. We have work to do before the moon rises, and I suspect you’ll find that a sword is a heavier burden than it looks."
</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