Run: 2026-04-27-01KQ6Z9FH1PHZAE6T47BGYWKSZ

Run Details

Model:: Qwen 3.5 Plus (2026-04-20)
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 29.9s
Cost:: $0.004763
Provider:: Alibaba

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
Fail	Match blue prose section	(details)
Fail	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 Iron Greeting" data-color="red">
The scent of hay and oiled leather hung thick in the evening air as Frederick dismounted. Near the arched stone entrance of the stables, a figure clad in polished plate armor stood with arms crossed. Sir Roland, the realm’s most veteran cavalier, did not offer a smile. His gaze, sharp as a whetstone, swept over Frederick’s travel-worn tunic before settling on his eyes. “You’re late, lad,” Roland’s voice boomed, echoing off the timber beams. “But the road forgives those who show up with fire in their bellies. Dismount properly, tend to your mount, and meet me at the armory at dawn. The Last Dragon’s shadow lengthens, and we have no time for green boys.” He turned on his heel, the clank of his greaves echoing a promise of trials yet to come.
</nc-section>

Evaluation details

Result	Evaluator	Details	Meta Data
Fail	Match blue prose section	/<nc-section data-title="[^"]*" data-color="blue">[^<]+<\/nc-section>/	n/a
Fail	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