Run: 2026-05-10-01KR8YCPT9WSC0QBK6557PYCAZ

Run Details

Model:: Gemma 4 26B
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 7.6s
Cost:: $0.000138
Provider:: DekaLLM

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">
As I led Thunder toward the weathered timber of the stables, a shadow fell across my path. A man clad in heavy, scarred plate armor stepped from the gloom, his eyes scanning me with practiced scrutiny. This was Sir Roland, a knight whose reputation for discipline was as sharp as the broadsword at his hip. "You're late, boy," he grunted, his voice like grinding stones. "In this castle, the sun waits for no one, and neither do we."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Warm Greeting" data-color="green">
The scent of hay and leather greeted me as I approached the stables, but it was a friendly voice that broke my concentration. "Welcome to the fold, lad!" Sir Roland called out, stepping toward me with a wide, weathered grin. He placed a heavy, reassuring hand on my shoulder, his armor gleaming softly in the twilight. "Don't look so nervous. We've all been new once. Let's get your beast settled so we can get you fed."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Stoic Observer" data-color="blue">
I pulled Thunder to a halt near the stables, where a lone figure stood watching the approach. Sir Roland did not move as I drew near; he simply stood with his arms crossed, a silent sentinel against the encroaching night. He gave a single, curt nod of acknowledgment, his expression unreadable. "The stables are through those doors," he said simply, gesturing toward the entrance. "Rest now. Tomorrow, your real training begins."
</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