Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2FJEHGH9FS53XSZJX9TRCP

Run Details

Model:: DeepSeek V4 Pro
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 11.6s
Cost:: $0.000351
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="A Stern Welcome" data-color="red">
Sir Roland stood rigid as an iron gate before the stable entrance, his scarred hand resting upon the pommel of his broadsword. His eyes, cold and grey as winter stone, swept over me with visible disdain. "You're late," he growled, the words scraping like gravel. "The castle has no use for squires who cannot keep time. Stow your horse and report to the armory. We'll see if you've the mettle to last the week."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="A Gentle Hand" data-color="green">
Sir Roland emerged from the stable with a warm, easy smile, brushing hay from his tunic. He was older than I'd imagined, his beard streaked with silver, but his eyes sparkled with quiet mirth. "Ah, young Frederick! We've been expecting you." He reached up and clasped my hand as I dismounted. "Come, let's see to your horse together. A squire who tends his mount with kindness will never want for a loyal friend."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="A Rushed Encounter" data-color="blue">
Sir Roland strode towards me with quick, clipped steps, barely glancing up from the parchment clutched in his gauntleted hand. "Frederick? Good, good. The steward will assign you quarters, and the stablemaster can handle the horse." He paused, squinting towards the western tower where a bell had begun to toll. "Trouble on the border. I've no time for pleasantries. Make yourself useful—find the captain of the guard and tell him Sir Roland rides within the hour." And with that, he was gone, his cloak billowing behind him.
</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