Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2FJ68P5MJ2SV3EQPHNWH96

Run Details

Model:: DeepSeek V4 Flash
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 7.8s
Cost:: $0.000153
Provider:: DeepSeek

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 Welcome" data-color="red">
I dismounted Thunder in the castle's muddy courtyard, the clatter of hooves and the jingle of tack filling the air. A shadow fell over me. Sir Roland was a mountain of a man in dented plate armor, his face a roadmap of old scars. He didn't offer a hand. "You're the new page," he growled, his voice like grinding stones. "You're late. The stables are mucked out by dawn, not after it. If you can't handle a shovel, you'll never handle a sword." He turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, my heart hammering against my ribs, the scent of hay and horse sweat thick in my nostrils.
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Quiet Mentor" data-color="green">
I slid from Thunder's back, my legs aching from the long ride. The stable yard was quiet, save for the soft nickering of horses. A man, lean and weathered, stood near the stable door, a pitchfork in one hand. It was Sir Roland. He didn't look fierce, but his eyes were deep and knowing. "Easy, lad," he said, his voice a low, calming rumble. "You look like you've ridden through a storm. Bring your horse in here. I'll show you the proper way to brush him down." He didn't give orders; he offered guidance. The first lesson wasn't in the training yard, but right here, in the warm, peaceful smell of the stables.
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Mysterious Ally" data-color="blue">
The stable master pointed me towards a man polishing a saddle in the fading light. "That's Sir Roland," he said. As I approached, Sir Roland looked up. He was young for a knight, with sharp features and a mischievous glint in his eye. He put a finger to his lips. "Shh," he whispered. "Don't tell anyone, but I saw a dragon fly over the east tower last night." He winked. "I'm Roland. But you can call me the one who makes this boring castle interesting. Forget the stables for now. I have something better to show you." He tossed his polishing rag aside, a secret smile playing on his lips.
</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