Run: 2026-07-09-01KX4174FTJCMDHPXX9TWNAB6T

Run Details

Model:: GPT-5.6 Sol
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 9.5s
Cost:: $0.013240
Provider:: OpenAI

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" data-color="red">
Near the stables, Frederick drew Thunder to a halt. A broad-shouldered knight in a weathered crimson cloak waited beneath the lanterns, one gloved hand resting on the pommel of his sword.

“You must be Frederick,” he said, studying the young squire with stern gray eyes. “I am Sir Roland. Tend your horse well, then report to the training yard. At dawn, we shall discover whether courage brought you here—or merely ambition.”
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green">
Frederick had barely dismounted when a tall knight emerged from the warm gloom of the stables, carrying an armful of hay. A silver badge shaped like a soaring hawk gleamed upon his tunic.

“Welcome to Castle Avelorn,” the knight said, offering Frederick a calloused hand. “Sir Roland, at your service. And this handsome beast must be Thunder.”

To Frederick’s surprise, Roland smiled.

“Come. A good horse deserves his supper, and a new squire deserves to know what trouble he has ridden into.”
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue">
As Frederick approached the stables, Thunder shied without warning. From the shadows stepped a knight clad in dark mail, his cloak stirring though no wind reached the courtyard.

“Easy,” the stranger murmured. Thunder immediately stilled.

The knight turned to Frederick. A pale scar crossed his face, and his gaze was sharp as winter.

“I am Sir Roland,” he said. “You arrived later than expected.”

Before Frederick could apologize, a deep, distant roar rolled over the castle walls.

Roland’s hand tightened around his sword hilt. “And perhaps,” he added, “not a moment too soon.”
</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