Run: 2026-09-23-01M37HE2XCSJBY5BDC0X4K5X5A

Run Details

Model:: GPT-6 Sol
Test:: Tool usage within Novelcrafter
Scenario:: Create alternate prose sections
Duration:: 7.7s
Cost:: $0.004374
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">
Thunder had scarcely halted beside the stables when a knight in a weathered red cloak stepped into the yard. A silver scar crossed his brow.

“Frederick?” he asked.

I swung down and bowed. “Yes, sir.”

“I’m Sir Roland. Your training begins at dawn.” His stern gaze shifted to Thunder, and the corner of his mouth lifted. “But first, see to your horse. A knight who neglects his mount won’t last long on the road.”
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green">
As I led Thunder toward the stables, a man emerged carrying a bucket of oats. He wore no helmet, but the sword at his hip and the ease with which he moved told me who he was.

“Frederick, I take it?” he said, setting down the bucket. “Sir Roland. Welcome.”

I bowed, nearly losing my grip on Thunder’s reins. Roland caught them before the stallion could wander off.

“Steady,” he said with a smile. “There’s plenty of time to learn.”
</nc-section>

<nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue">
A low growl stopped Thunder at the stable doors. In the shadows lay an enormous gray hound, watching us with one pale eye.

“He likes your horse,” a voice said. “That’s fortunate.”

A knight stepped from the stable, brushing straw from his sleeves. He looked me over, then offered his hand.

“Sir Roland. You must be Frederick.”

I took his hand. Behind him, the hound rose and pressed its nose to Thunder’s flank. For the first time since arriving at the castle, I felt myself breathe easily.
</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