Run: 2026-05-10-01KR91Z4FHF79QVDJ1NZR2VRC0

Run Details

Model:: Gemma 4 26B
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 7.4s
Cost:: $0.000243
Provider:: NextBit

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 Mentor" data-color="red">
As I led Thunder toward the heavy timber doors of the stables, a shadow fell across the cobbles. I looked up to find a man clad in scarred, blackened plate armor, his presence as imposing as the castle walls themselves. This was Sir Roland. He didn't offer a smile; instead, his eyes, sharp as flint, swept over my dusty tunic and my trembling hands. "So, the boy arrives," he remarked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in my very chest. "Leave the beast to the grooms. Training begins at dawn, and I have no patience for those who sleep through the sunrise."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2: The Welcoming Knight" data-color="green">
The scent of hay and leather greeted me as I pulled Thunder to a halt near the stables. Before I could dismount, a knight in polished silver mail stepped into the light, a friendly grin breaking through his well-groomed beard. "Welcome, lad!" Sir Roland called out, extending a gauntleted hand to steady me as I slid from the saddle. "We've been expecting you. The castle can be a daunting place for a newcomer, but don't you worry—we'll have you swinging a practice sword in no time. Come, let's get your mount settled so you can find your quarters."
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3: The Ominous Encounter" data-color="blue">
A sudden clatter of metal echoed through the courtyard, signaling a rider approaching. I turned to see Sir Roland, a man whose reputation for ferocity preceded him, dismounting from a grey charger with practiced grace. He approached me with a slow, deliberate gait, his hand resting heavily on the pommel of a broadsword that looked as though it had tasted much blood. He didn't speak at first, merely studying me with a gaze that felt like a physical weight. "The stables are this way, squire," he said finally, his tone unreadable. "Try not to lose your gear. In this castle, what is lost is rarely found again."
</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