Run: 2026-05-10-01KR8XHH8NXRM5CAHAWWM4ZG6Y

Run Details

Model:: Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 2.5s
Cost:: $0.000691
Provider:: Google AI Studio

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="The Stern Welcome" data-color="red">
As I dismounted, the heavy thud of boots against mud announced a presence behind me. Sir Roland stood there, his armor scarred by a thousand skirmishes, his face etched with jagged lines of experience. He didn't offer a smile; instead, his cold gaze swept over my worn tunic. "If you intend to survive the week, boy, keep your sword sharp and your mouth shut. The stables are your first classroom, and here, a foul stall is a greater offense than a missed parry."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="A Mentor's Grunt" data-color="green">
The scent of pine and horse-sweat filled the air as I led Thunder toward the stalls. A hand, rough and calloused as oak bark, clamped onto my shoulder before I could take a second step. It was Sir Roland. He looked at the stallion with an appreciative nod, then offered a brief, crooked grin. "Fine beast, lad. Treat him with the same respect you'd show a king, and he might just keep you alive when the shadows grow long. Welcome to the fold."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="The Weight of Expectation" data-color="blue">
"Frederick," a voice boomed, echoing against the stone expanse of the inner yard. Sir Roland emerged from the shadows of the stable entrance, resting a gauntleted hand on the hilt of his broadsword. His eyes, reflective as polished steel, seemed to drill through me. He looked past me toward the darkening horizon, where the mountains bled purple against the twilight. "You arrive at a heavy hour," he murmured, his voice softening with an unexpected melancholy. "Drop your pack. You have much to learn, and in this kingdom, there is very little time left to learn it."
</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