Run: 2026-07-25-01KYCT0NYXBCP8XEN9X0R77QMM

Run Details

Model:: Thinking Machines Inkling
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 3.9s
Cost:: $0.001840
Provider:: Together

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
Fail	Match blue prose section	(details)
Fail	Match green prose section	(details)
Fail	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<|content_invoke_tool_json|>{"name":"data-title":"Version 1 (Red)" data-color="red"}
The local knight, Sir Roland, greets Frederick near the stables. His armor gleamed crimson in the dying sun as he lowered his great helm. "Welcome, young squire," he said, his voice echoing like thunder off the stone walls. Thunder whinnied nervously, sensing the warrior's presence. Roland extended a gauntleted hand, the steel polished yet scarred from countless battles, and gestured toward the training grounds where destiny awaited.
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2 (Green)" data-color="green"}
The local knight, Sir Roland, greets Frederick near the stables. Moss and ivy clung to the old wooden beams as the knight emerged from the shadows of the hayloft, his cloak the color of deep forest leaves. He bowed with practiced grace, a sprig of hawthorn tucked behind his ear—a token of the old woodland gods. "The earth welcomes you, Frederick," he said softly, placing a steady hand upon the young squire's shoulder. Thunder stamped peacefully, drawn to the knight's calm, verdant aura.
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3 (Blue)" data-color="blue"}
The local knight, Sir Roland, greets Frederick near the stables. His surcoat rippled like the ocean under moonlight, embroidered with silver waves. The knight stood beside a fountain where clear water sparkled like sapphires, and he removed his azure helm with a respectful nod. "You have come far across the waters of fate," Sir Roland said, his eyes the color of deep tides. The cool evening air carried the scent of rain as he led Frederick past the stables toward the castle's blue-lit halls.
</nc-section><|end_message|>

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
Fail	Match red prose section	/<nc-section data-title="[^"]*" data-color="red">[^<]+<\/nc-section>/	n/a
no eval