Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2FDHCGR0FZ05H3MZV3YBS9

Run Details

Model:: DeepSeek V4 Flash
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 2m 45s
Cost:: $0.000164
Provider:: DeepInfra

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 Greeting" data-color="red">
The clatter of Thunder's hooves softened as I reined him in before the stables. A figure detached itself from the shadows of the stone archway—a man built like a fortress, his scarred face grim in the fading light. Sir Roland. He didn't smile. "You're late, boy. The blacksmith's son could ride faster, and he's missing a leg." He took Thunder's reins with a calloused hand and pointed a thumb towards the barracks. "Stow your gear. Your bunk's the one with the leaking roof. Welcome to the Watch."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Warm Mentor" data-color="green">
I slid from Thunder's saddle, my legs aching from the long journey. A warm, booming laugh echoed from the stable doorway. Sir Roland emerged, wiping straw from his tunic, a wide grin splitting his weathered face. "Frederick, is it? By the stars, you look fair parched!" He clasped my shoulder with a fatherly grip, his grip firm but kind. "Leave the beast to old Tom. Come, the kitchen's still warm, and the cook owes me a favor. We'll talk of your training over a hot pie."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Mysterious Observer" data-color="blue">
As I dismounted, I felt eyes upon me. Sir Roland stood perfectly still by the stable post, half in shadow, his silver armor catching the last rays of dusk. He didn't speak, only watched as I tethered Thunder. The silence stretched until the only sounds were the horse's snorting and the distant cries of gulls. Finally, he stepped forward, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder. "A dragon-rider's horse," he said, running a hand over Thunder's flank. "Interesting. They sent me a boy with dragon-stallion blood. Follow me. There are things you must know before the sun sets."
</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