Fateweavers of the Golden Order

Months back, I began writing my first osr game, code-named Barbaria. One of the main goals of Barbaria was to have a strange post-colonial world made up of various factions vying for scraps left after a generationally devastating invasion. Each of those factions would have a strange class built around their culture, here's the first of them: FateweaverThe golden order once occupied the thick forests of the Gilded Foothills, living in harmony with the millions of golden silkweaver spiders found in those very forests. They use silk from these spiders to craft the fine robes that allow those who wear them the power to change the threads of fate themselves. Before recent times, the robes were granted to a trio of weavers with the highest respect in their community, but since the pale hordes drove them to the mountains, they've only been able to harvest enough scraps of silk to weave one robe. You are one of the last fateweavers. Weaving FateStart the game with 6d20 on your robe-spool,…