Run: 2026-04-25-01KQ2GXPZ5HE0VMAXCNB4F48G8

Run Details

Model:: DeepSeek V4 Pro (Reasoning)
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 22.7s
Cost:: $0.000697
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">
I reined in Thunder just inside the castle gates, the clatter of hooves echoing off the cobblestones. Before I could dismount, a knight in gleaming plate armor stepped from the shadow of the stables—Sir Roland, the master-at-arms. His eyes were hard as flint, and a scar ran from brow to jaw. "You're late, squire," he barked, his voice cutting through the evening air. "Stow your horse and report to the training yard. I don't tolerate tardiness." I swallowed, suddenly aware that the stories of his strictness were not exaggerated.
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="A Warm Greeting" data-color="green">
As I led Thunder toward the stables, a cheerful voice rang out. "You must be Frederick!" A knight with a kindly face and a neatly trimmed beard strode forward, his armor catching the last rays of sunlight. It was Sir Roland, the very knight I had admired from the tapestries. He clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Welcome to the castle, lad. The horses are well cared for here—let me show you to the stalls. There's a hot meal waiting after, and we'll begin your training in the morning." I felt my nervousness melt away under his easy smile.
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="A Mysterious Encounter" data-color="blue">
The stables were quiet, save for the soft nickering of horses. As I dismounted, I noticed a tall figure leaning against a stall door, half-shrouded in twilight. It was Sir Roland, though he wore no armor now, only a dark cloak. He studied me with an unreadable expression. "So you're the new squire," he said softly, his voice like wind through autumn leaves. "I trust you're not afraid of legends? This castle has more secrets than you can imagine." He turned and beckoned me to follow, disappearing into the dimly lit stable. A shiver ran down my spine, but curiosity drove me onward.
</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